I was carrying two pumpkin chocolate chip loaves, a loaf of orange cranberry bread (recipe coming soon!), a huge Ziploc of cornbread cubes (for my apple cornbread stuffing), and a big panettone (also for my stuffing. Just for the record, panettone works wonders in stuffing -- those sweet, citrus-y notes of panettone along with apples, cranberries and heavy cream are to die for.
Thank you TSA for not taking my baked goods from me.
Soon after we landed in Newport and said our hellos, the cooking commenced.
I made Julia Child's simple cranberry sauce. (even though my dad insisted on buying the canned stuff as well). In my opinion, freshly popped cranberries with citrus zest will always win over the stuff that still has can rings on it... but to each his own ;).
Instead of mashed potatoes, I whipped up some rosemary roasted potatoes. With crunchy, oven-fried edges and smooth insides, these were addictive.
I made white cheddar biscuits in my grandma's cast iron skillet. I felt like a strong independent pioneer woman making her own skillet biscuits on the old frontier. Except not, because I was in my grandmother's kitchen with a space heater wearing my fuzzy Christmas socks and listening to Macklemore. Oh well, we can pretend...
My dad made the turkey, isn't it festive? Look at that shiny glaze! Looks like it jumped out of Martha Stewart to me-- nice job daddy!
But these sweet potatoes stole the show. I made Ruth Chris' sweet potato casserole, and it was an all around hit. Make this for your next holiday gathering... or dinner tonight. You'll thank me.
Then I whipped up some fresh whipped cream to go with the pies. Pies don't Instagram very well... so no pictures. I made my crunchy, custardy tart with apples, and the simplest pumpkin pie in the world. I had the leftover whipped cream with coffee the next morning. Not coffee with whipped cream, whipped cream with coffee. Oh yeah. ;)
I did take some breaks from the kitchen to walk around Newport. The silhouette of St. Georges (my dad's high school) looked so gorgeous and purple at sunset.
I walked past Rosecliff mansion. Funny because we are reading the Great Gatsby in school at the moment. Party at Gatsbys?
When I woke up on the next morning, this little guy was perched outside my window. He literally sat there staring at me for an entire 20 minutes. (don't judge me for staring back the entire time... no wonder I almost didn't finish packing).
Hope you all had wonderful, cozy Thanksgivings!
Get psyched for Christmas cookie season!