Thanksgiving in Mexico

We sort of pulled it off. Molli took the day off, somehow. Adrian skipped his morning break and left work at 1.

I started by heating up milk and melting butter for the rolls. I sliced some onion for the stuffing, but had to wait until we went to Chedraui (have we been every day?) to get more butter. We walked with Adrian (Molli, Ray and I) and then to the store. We picked up some pain au chocolat and some coffees, too.

Amelia took over mixing and kneading the rolls and put them to rise. Molli worked on the turkey. We used some fresh parsley, the only thing edible Molli has growing here (in pots) and some dried herbs, and mixed the butter and onions with the bread crumbs and stuffed the bird. The biggest question was the oven--what temperature (1-5) to use? In it went. Then we could relax a bit before tackling the squash and potatoes. My Dad took on the squash, hacking it up with a big knife. It was very hard to cut. It didn't look much like a butternut, but it smelled right. We boiled it for a while and peeled the chunks. Amelia mashed it and she and Molli added some secret ingredients. The flavor was good, but the texture a little odd. The potatoes were boiled and mashed with some Mexican heavy heavy cream, more like creme fraiche.

The turkey came out, the rolls went in, followed by sweet potatoes. A few things got reheated in the microwave. The guests arrived and we ate, some more than others. The next I knew, Ray had disappeared. Research found him asleep in his bed. Tryptophan strikes again! Mudge was in his room off and on, checking on football games. Unfortunately, we missed the parade for the first time in ages.

The pies came out--they were tasty, but not quite the way they usually are: pumpkin a little milder, maybe with different spices, apple pretty yummy, fudge pecan awesome, but the texture is odd. Whipped cream perfect.

Games were played. People left. We even listened to Christmas music. I went to bed about 9:30 or so.