- Holiday hell or heaven?
- December 21st, 2007
Back from the big box grocery store where, incidentlaly I had made a vow to never shop alone, I did just that. I was not as bad as it can be, and I left with a feeling of accomplishment, aided by the fact they had beefed up on the checkers due to the holiday shopping madness. I find I am no longer any good at making shopping lists. Confronted with a blank piece of paper, my mind follows suit. I now have a larder stocked with things that make the arteries harden the moment I swiped my debit card. Somehow I will endeavor to create a holiday feast out of the following, knowing it is just a start to the grocery mound I will finally end up with.
One goose, 14 pounds.
One turkey breast, for the faint of heart.
One spiral sliced ham, on bone.
Onions, shallots, garlic, carrots and celery, for what can you cook without at least one of those.
Parsley and sage. Rosemary, thyme still in the herb garden out back. Crimini mushrooms, fresh, porcini and lobster mushrooms, dried.
Domestic cheddar, domestic sharp cheddar. A nice wedge of Baley Hazen Blue cheese from vermont.
Eight pounds of butter, half salted half not. Half gallon of cream, 2 pints of sour cream, 3 bricks of cream cheese. Plain yogurt.
Four dozen eggs.
Assorted breads, hazelnuts, potatoes, flour, brown sugar.
More cheese, fancy crackers. Shrimp? Hors devours crap.
Gwynth will be here to help with the the cooking or I would not have ventured into the goose realm.
I am crazy.