Gathering the fixin's for a good ol' American Thankgiving. With ye ol' blog writer as the sole cook. Some of you just gasped. That's ok.
We need to talk. About Thanksgiving ingredients and how lots of them just don't exist here, or if they do, they are hiding in some far off corner of some abandoned Lidl or Biedronka or Tesco or Segros or Makro or Kuchnie Swiata or Alma or Carrefour or Real or Lewiatan... am I missing one... oh yeah, Zabka, or any other obscure, or not so obscure member of the above grocery store chains.
I plan on making 4 side dishes, two desserts, and one turkey.
-sweet potato casserole (with the sugar and the what not and the deliciousness baked in)
- broccoli cheese casserole
- stuffing (fancy stuffing with sausage and nuts and cranberries)
- cranberry sauce
-maybe some rolls
- any turkey that will fit in my oven that is slightly larger than an average microwave...God help us.
Canned pumpkin... I've given up on this one entirely and plan on roasting the pumpkin on our front porch and making my own gosh darn pumpkin puree for pies and cookies. It is NOT a complete Thanksgiving unless there is some form of that orange gourd somewhere on the table. It will not stand! Canned pumpkin Poland Look into it, I promise you won't regret it.
Nutmeg. A spice, usually in the ground variety. I know they have it in the whole variety. But then do you just grate it? Process it? The whole thing or just the nut? Gotta have it. Don't know how to get it. Would like to have some of it. Need it by Thursday.
Brown sugar. Ok, I'm cheating here because we do think we have found brown sugar. Alma came through on that one but I haven't opened the box yet. Kuchnie Swiata has it at an absurdly expensive price if all else fails. Another product that I am completely shocked Poland doesn't have everywhere. Their sugar aisle has every kind of raw and natural sugar you could want. It has every kind of flavored sugar you could want. But no brown sugar (the kind with molasses). Why, Poland? Why?
Velveeta. Honestly, I would be both ecstatic and a little disappointed if Poland actually had Velveeta. Just a smidge of dignity can keep this heart attack inducing processed cheese product off the shelves and at the cost of a little of my own dignity, I might pay upwards of 20-30 bucks to have it for my broccoli casserole. (and queso... ya'll, I just forgot the name "queso"... and had to Google the words..."Mexican cheese dip"... to remember what it's called... what is happening to me???!!!) Velveeta. Stat!
Turkey. Only at the butcher will I find a whole turkey because in Poland, I have been informed, turkey's only come out "around the holiday's." When asked for a specific date we were told... 3rd week in December. Clearly "the holidays" in Poland are about a month behind. Although their holiday decor is already up and Christmas lights are twinkling, just like back home.
Jellied Cranberry sauce. I'm not even gonna ask. ( I want the kind with the lines and indention's from the can. The kind that comes out of the can in one big log...mmm...cranberry log...)
Wish me luck!
On a completely different note, but with perhaps the same amount of entertainment quality...
I dedicate this video to my friend Lacey. Martin's cousins came over the other night and showed us this on Youtbe ( all three of them are concert musicians). I don't know what this means about what Polish people think about America, Americans, beauty pageants, American musical talent, or anything having to do with choreography. Just a long list of thoughts on all that. Anyway, I dedicate this, once again, to Lacey. Because she and I were in band together in the 4th and 5th grade. She played the trumpet, I played the clarinet. And while we never got much further beyond those two years I know for a fact that she could have done a better job than this young lady. But a more comforting fact is that if this had been her she would never have been caught dead in that outfit or that performance thereby saving all you from what you are about to experience.
Now if you'll excuse me. I have a pumpkin to disembowel and roast. Because that's what we do around here at 10pm on a Monday night.