Thanksgiving in our home is a time for family, reflection, conscious dining and slowing it down with or without the aid of tryptophan. This year however, we are moving at a much faster pace than we'd like. A pace all too familiar to many who are also chasing bills...er I mean the American Dream. In short, Favorite Guy must work. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but my dinner puts me in the kitchen anywhere between 8-12 hours. There is just no way I'll sit idly by and watch my tasty morsels inhaled; seductive flavors slaughtered by the mangling of hasty mastication. Oh hell no! We'll just wait.
In the meantime I've been getting busy in the Test Kitchen employing my down home southern roots in the veganizing of what I call my "wounded soul-free soul food delights". I just put my foot in a pot of black eyed peas! Yes, my foot and not the pig's. They are amazing! The Test Kitchen recipes will be transcribed from food stained scrap paper scrawlings for your pleasure shortly!
Have a peaceful pleasant holiday.