Thanksgiving redux...

Thanksgiving was fabulous. I was worried about not having a traditional meal and ended up having two. We had a mini-feast at home the night before we left for Colorado and another in main street bar in Winter Park after we landed. It was kind of funny, all nine of us crammed into tables with bar stools, televisions on left and right, the ambiance would have been lacking except that we were all so grateful to be there. My family drove 14 hours. Yep. That's right. 14 hours. There wasn't much snow when we arrived, but it started snowing the next afternoon and didn't stop for four whole days. Anyway, we were all off the plane, out of the car and packed in to the pub. I expected a run of the mill, turkey dinner, edible but nothing special... and instead had a rocking four course meal. The chef must have been a hard core ski buff, but they knew what they were doing in the kitchen. The soup was butternut squash, which if done wrong can be mushy baby pap, but instead it was light and flavorful and sprinkled with toasted pistachios. There was a great salad with homemade dressings, or as Afton says, "Scratchy" dressings. And the main course was awesome, roasted turkey, sweet potatoes with a honey glaze, mashed potatoes and turkey gravy and stuffing. The pumpkin pie was served with homemade whipped cream and we all had to roll ourselves out of the place. We spent the rest of the weekend eating, cookies, candy, soups and of course, snow ice cream. It was wonderful.

Here's the recipe I made up before we left...
Thai-Pumpkin Pie!

Big can of pumpkin (not pie filling)
Half cup of sugar
One egg
Half a can of Trader Joes, Light Coconut Milk
Juice of one Lime

Pour it into a pie crust and bake for around an hour. This recipe makes two 8 inch pies. Let me know if you try it. I'd love to hear what you think!

Don't turn your nose up at those tins from the grocery store. One of my chef friends swears by them, loves them more than any color coordinated, fancy-pants ceramics or glass deally-bob from Williams Sonoma.