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| That’s the turkey sorted then. |
What an epic Thanksgiving I just had. And, for reasons you’ll see over the next few blog posts, one that got quite, well, competitive at times (I know, right??).
One of my dearest NYC mates, Komal, was joining me for the holiday and a well-deserved break from her crazy work schedule. She arrived late on Wednesday night after some suitably seasonal travel carnage, with her flight from NYC being delayed about 3hrs because of incoming inclement weather. That, plus the sheer volume of folk that travel for Thanksgiving, had snarled everything up good and proper. But, she finally arrived and was picked up at the airport by the lovely Tim, who delivered her safely to my place around 11.30pm. She was pretty knackered, so after a quick natter and catch up, I showed her to her wing of my palatial estate and turned in for the night.
And thus ensued Part One of The Battle for Thanksgiving.
Before battle could commence, the old adage that “an army marches on its stomach” (which must take ages, frankly) was duly respected as I was (gasp!) cooking Thanksgiving dinner for me, Komal and Christopher (my trainer and a diamond geezer*). Now, originally I’d had in mind to do a British 70’s themed dinner for a bit of a giggle (you know the score – all the old cheesy classics – prawn cocktail, duck a l’orange and pineapple upside cake) but in the end, I decided against it and instead went for a classic roast dinner – Jamie Oliver’s roast chicken with all the trimmings!
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| A simple Thanksgiving table – but complete with decorative paper turkey and ironic appetizers |
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| Thanks for the recipe, Dad! |
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| Not entirely sure what I’m doing here. I think I’m immensely excited by the proximity of roast potatoes. |
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| Da Table, y’all |
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| Why, but of course. What would a traditional meal in Amurica be without a decent claret, old chap? |
After the final spud was savored and stuffing stuffed down, it was time for WAR!!! First up, the 1st Annual Crappy Gingerbread House From Walgreens Smackdown Challenge!! I saw these little bad boys in the drugstore and just couldn’t resist.
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| Christopher and Komal can barely contain their excitement |
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| Simple, IKEA-level instructions. Easy-peasy, especially after several glasses of champagne… |
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| Christopher is temporarily overwhelmed by the intense competitive pressure |
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| Komal forging ahead, Amish barn raising style… |
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| This may be the reason I ran out of icing but, hey, there ain’t no draughts getting through these suckers! |
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| I think this is Christopher’s “I’m not entirely impressed with the blueprints for these gingerbread houses” face |
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| Bloody overachiever. |
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| AHHHH- look at THIS house – isn’t it just beautifully decorated with JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT of candy on the roof |
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| And a BEAUTIFUL stained glass window effect and vintage authentic hand-carved 1920’s Tiffany glass door knob |
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| PLUS it had PETS! A chocolate shortbread Scottie dog loved the look of the house SO MUCH it decided to move in!! |
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| Some other houses. I think the one on the right has been photoshopped. And I think a murderer lives in the one on the left. |
Well, then. The outcome?
* Christopher – I know you wont have a clue what this means – hee hee! (don’t worry – its a good thing!)


















3 Comments
Funny, funny,funny !!! So pleased you were able to share delish food with great friends. Table looked perfect. Good to see the fruits of your first Gingerbread House smackdown Thanksgiving tradition ,you were all WINNERS !Looking forward to part 2 xxxxxxxxx
oh my!! what a funny post that was!!! i guffawed all the way through! But hats off to you soops with your roasty chicken dinner it looked delicious,and of course you ahd to have the bread sauce too! and loved the wine as well!! Gingerbread Smackdown was funny, but even though you didnt win you all had great fun, am sure both will remember that thanksgiving dinner forever! cant wait for part 2!! You competitive?! never!! love you!! xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Now that is an american prawn cocktail. Did you trawl the Atlantic Mariana Trench to get those monsters. Poor Christophers expression looks more like that he suspects that someone has built their edifice around his glass of wine to be consumed at a later date when the wrecking crew is called in xxxxxxxxxxx