After a very filling Thanksgiving meal and the subsequent cleanup, it was nice to take some time to just sit down and relax. After all, we’d been running around my brother’s apartment, prepping, cooking, and, yes, eating for the past five hours. All I wanted to do was watch the end of the Saints-Cowboys game and to stare vacantly out the window as the Cowboys blew a late lead on a stupid fumble, making it that much harder for the Giants to get a wild-card bid. Ah, well, at least there’s this view of the 59th Street Bridge in one direction and the Citi building in another.
For the first time in my entire life, my family did a home-cooked Thanksgiving dinner that didn’t take place at home. This year, we had our feast at my brother’s apartment in LIC, which makes sense since he ends up doing the brunt of the cooking anyway. And it’s definitely a win for me since his apartment is a much shorter trip from Astoria than it is all the way to the southern part of Brooklyn. The feast is what’s become the usual fare for us at Thanksgiving – turkey, cornbread dressing with mushrooms and andouille sausage, brussel sprouts, mashed potatoes (truffle oil instead of roasted garlic this year), ham, kale, and cranberry sauce. Even as I type this out, I’m still working on finishing the leftovers!