We're having seven neighbors over, so we will be nine for Thanksgiving dinner. The guests are bringing a variety of dishes that are traditional within their own families. Greg has made his usual wonderful brined spice-rubbed turkey, a recipe we stumbled on about 40 years ago and have never wanted to replace. Also, by iron-bound tradition, spinach Madeleine. He's trying a new stuffing this year based on oysters and bread crumbs. We'll cube and roast some sweet potatoes and serve a salad with arugula, beets, goat cheese, and nuts.
Neighbors will bring veg, including what I call Presbyterian green beans, which happen to be among my favorites, as well as a summer squash dish, cheesy peas, and an apple-cranberry salad. They will also bring a loaf of wild sourdough bread and pies: sweet potato and pecan.
My taste in cranberry relish runs to fiery, bitter mixes with whole grapefruits and candied ginger and peppers that I've reluctantly concluded no one enjoys but me, so I dialed it way back this year. One relish will be finely chopped mixture of raw cranberries, a raw orange (peel and all), lots of sugar, and a bit of cinnamon. Another, even more accessible, will be a simple compote of cranberries and sugar cooked down for 30 minutes or so. For myself, I'll also put out a bowl of a hot-sweet Indonesian condiment called Sambal Manis on the table, so I can mix it into either of the two cranberry relishes, because it's killer that way, with the added salt and heat.
Our neighbor's late-season eggplant harvest will furnish caponata, an eggplant soup, and baba ganooj. We're almost certain to have enough to eat.
Happy Thanksgiving to the Hall!

















