No lie, I fucked up the PEPPERIDGE FARM STUFFING. That is how bad a cook I am.
Similar to the lesson about thyme, “3 cups bread cubes and 1 cup water or broth” should not be translated as “3 cups bread cubes and 3 cups water or broth.”
What IS it with me and reading directions today?
I mean, besides what it is with me and reading directions every day.
The good news is, it only took 5 minutes to make a new batch — this time with 1 1/2 cups bread cubes and half a cup of water, ’cause I’d fully acknowledged we had enough food to feed 10 other people by then. The bad news is, I wasn’t that impressed. I’ve enjoyed their cornbread stuffing in the past, but the sage and onion version isn’t very exciting.
Also, I put too much milk in the mashed potatoes, so they were mushier than I wanted them to be. Seriously, mashed potatoes are one of the only things I can reliably make well, so I don’t even know what’s up with that. And I have certainly never fucked up packaged stuffing before. It was just not my day in the kitchen.
But! The squash was AWESOME, and the turkey tasted just fine, despite seasoning mishap. Jar of gravy and can of cranberry sauce were… exactly what you’d expect. And the pumpkin pie is still cooling, but I might just have tasted what came out on the knife when I checked before it was done, and it might just be excellent. (Even though that was mini-food crisis #4 — I didn’t have cloves, as it turned out, but I went with nutmeg instead, which I like better than cloves anyway.)
By the way, if you’re ever wondering what it’s like to live with ADD, just read over today’s entries again. There’s your nutshell.
Aaaanyway. I am now full but not sick-full — yay! — and I’m about to sit in front of the TV with Al and the dogs and some wine, until I get hungry for pumpkin pie and/or turkey sandwiches. Not a bad way to spend an evening.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.