Hi there –

I hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving!  Our was quite lovely, and, as per our usual, a bit unique.  When I asked the hubster what he wanted to eat, he was rather loud (though not at all overbearing) in his enthusiasm for green chile.  “A New Mexican Feast!” he said.  Since I have very little power to refuse him (he’s so cute!) and the idea was a good one, I was in.  Slow simmered green chile, perfect pinto beans, homemade tortillas, and, as pictured above, cinnamon-vanilla flan.  Or, as our friend Jeff once called it, phlegm (it was not one of his kinder moments). Everything was delicious, especially the flan.  That’s a ringing endorsement from our furry friend Milo, at least.  Yes, I know he is on the table, licking our plates.  It’s our house damn it, and we make the rules.  Or should I say that the cats do?  Maybe sometimes.

Anyhoo, lest you think I am totally against Thanksgiving fare, I am dry brining a chicken as I type, and will be serving it for dinner tonight, along with with stuffing, mushroom gravy, baked potatoes, and cranberry sauce.  As they say about our fine home, “Oregon – things are different here.”  Indeed, they are.