Wednesday Thanksgiving Recipes Open Comments

What is/are your favorite Thanksgiving dish(es)? Do you tend toward the “classics” like the marshmallow yams of sorrow?

Fruit cocktail Jello?

The green bean casserole of shame?

(I’ve never seen it look this nice…)

Cranberry sauce, complete with can ridges?

Or do you tend to try new, maybe exotic fare? What are some things you’ve tried that have worked out well, maybe even become a tradition? What has not lived up to expectations? What has become the memory of “Remember that banana, wild rice, and clam stuffing you made?” that won’t die?

I make a sweet potato, apple, and butternut squash dish that displaced the dreaded marshmallow yams of sorrow at our dinner. You simply peel the squash and slice it into 1/2″ slices. Slice the sweet potatoes into 1/2″ slices and parboil them for about 10 minutes. Peel, core & slice granny smith apples and slice into 1/2″ slices.

Arrange the slices into rows in a buttered baking dish, alternating the squash, potatoes, & apples. Dot the top with butter, drizzle a few tablespoons of maple syrup over the top (a couple tablespoons of bourbon can also be added. Sprinkle some cinnamon & nutmeg on the top (maybe pecans, too). Bake in a 350 degree oven for about 20-25 minutes until it’s bubbly around the edges.

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59 thoughts on “Wednesday Thanksgiving Recipes Open Comments

  1. Mornin’ Gang, I don’t have time to comment on Thanksgiving right now because I’m about to hit the shower and head off to Alabama, I’ll catch you later.
    Oh and First! 😉

  2. I warm up a mean HoneyBaked Ham.

    We have a Honey Baked Ham every Christmas. Thanksgiving allways Turkey.
    Well, I’m off,….but then I’ve always been ,Huh?

  3. Following eighteen months of intense cajoling, she finally let me put a ring on her finger twenty-three years ago today.
    Happy Anniversary, baby. You’re the best!

  4. The canned stuff is okay during the rest of the year. But nothing can replace real cranberries during the holidays.
    I wonder what the actual cranberry content is in the canned stuff.

  5. There will be no Nativity Scene inWashington this year!

    The Supreme Court has ruled that there cannot be a Nativity Scene in theUnited States’ Capitol this Christmas season.

    This isn’t for any religious reason. They simply have not been able to find three Wise Men in the Nation’s Capitol.

    A search for a Virgin continues. There was no problem, however, finding enough asses to fill the stable.

  6. #9 Goat: Good on that young lady! No doubt the Casper Milquetoast, Metrosexuals will be terrified by her and she revolted by them. One day, after she gets through college, she will make some lucky guy a great wife and children a great mother.

  7. #8 goatboy
    I like the “whole berry” kind as opposed to the jelly. It’s a lot better.

    I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Shannon has a very good point about going real.

  8. More evidence Joe Paterno had excessive amounts of stroke at Penn State.

    [vice president for student affairs from 2003 to 2007 Vicky] Triponey said that during her time at Penn State there was an “ongoing internal debate” about who should decide about how to discipline Penn State football players.

    I’d bet that happens at most colleges (and a lot of high schools).

    The Wall Street Journal reported on Tuesday that differences over treatment of players came to a head in 2007,when police charged six football players for barging into a campus apartment that April and beating up several students, one of them severely, according to one former school official.

    That September, following a tense meeting with Paterno over the case, Triponey resigned her post, saying at the time she left because of “philosophical differences.”

    Police dropped many of the charges against the players, and two pleaded guilty to misdemeanors, the newspaper said. The school’s inquiry led to four players being suspended for a summer semester. They did not miss any games.

    Seems that would have opened the university up to some liability issues. I know that the athletic dorms at OU got very rough during the late 70’s & early 80’s (middle to end of Switzer’s tenure). The program was significantly cleaned up in the 90’s and appears to be at least under control.

    The situation at PSU seems to be a program that was under the thrall of Paterno to the extent that the hero worship clouded everyone’s vision about what was really going on.

  9. #9 & #12 – this one has been “out” for a while and GOD BLESS that young and wise Lady student!

    I do give at least partial credit to the school for merely giving the little Lady ‘other stuff’ to work on and NOT trying to make her submit to the blatant CacadeTORO

  10. Good morning Hamsters. Brisk 50 at 6 and that marvelous clear ebony sky filled with the stars we haven’t been able to see lately because of the clouds. A sliver crescent Moon was on her way to bed. Orion’s belt shone wonderfully bright as he moved toward setting. All was still, fresh, and invigorating. Thank you Lord for this, for the rain, for the blessing You have bestowed upon us.

  11. Got the pico de gallo finished last night and letting its flavors mix today. Will pick up the tamales in the morning. After a breakfast of pico, tamales, and greasy sunny side up fried eggs no one will be hungry before halftime at least. Back in the good old days, a Pearl beer or two to wash the breakfast down was also required.

  12. Pearl beer was my first. Because it was cheap by the quart and when you are 14 years old, money is hard to come by.

    I am working like a slave cooking and getting ready for tomorrow. We started out with 4 people and were going to enjoy, for once, a small, relaxed Thanksgiving dinner.

    We are now at 14 head and I’m praying it stops there. A half dozen others are slated to come over for dessert.


  13. #20 texpat
    Get back in that kitchen and rattle those pots & pans. And fix yourself up a little bit, will ya?

    And bring me a beer and a sammich dammit.

  14. Idiot proof turkey:
    1) Get one of those big plastic cooking bags from the grocery store
    2) Get one of those big turkeys in a plastic bag from the grocery store
    3) Take the bird out of the plastic bag and wash and thoroughly dry the bird inside and out. This way you are sure to remove the bag of guts giblets.
    4) Rub the bird with olive oil and generously rub in salt and pepper all over the bird inside and out.
    5) Take the guts giblets out of the bag and (after making sure they are clean) put them inside the bird with a chopped onion.
    6) Chop another onion. Take some flour and put it in the cooking bag with the onions you just chopped and shake it up.
    7) Put the bird in the bag and cook according to the instructions on the bag the bird came in or the box the cooking bag came in. I think it is 350degF for 20 min per pound or something like that.
    8) Put the bird/bag assembly in a large oven safe pan in the preheated oven and follow the instructions for cooking the bird.
    9) When the bird is done there will be copious amounts of very tasty liquid at the bottom of the bag. Cut the bag and pull it out and away from the bird and onions, leaving that and the liquid in the pan. The bird should be tender enough to fall of the bone, so de-bone the bird and slice it up and let the meat fester in the liquid for a while. All the meat will be very tender and juicy.

  15. Cranberry sauce, complete with can ridges?

    We’re going to have homemade cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving. Although I hate cranberry sauce I still say, “whoohoo!”

  16. Bonecrusher;

    A couple of summers ago we went desert camping with Mrs. Darren’s family. There over a campfire a pressure cooker was filled with lard and we deep fried a turkey. One of the best tasting turkeys I ever ate.

  17. Following eighteen months of intense cajoling, she finally let me put a ring on her finger twenty-three years ago today.

    Congradulations, Shannon.

    Marriage rules!

  18. The Ghost of Thanksgiving Yet to Come.

    “Winston, come into the dining room, it’s time to eat,” Julia yelled to her husband.

    “In a minute, honey, it’s a tie score,” he answered. Actually Winston wasn’t very interested in the traditional holiday football game between Detroit and Washington. Ever since the government passed the Civility in Sports Statute of 2017, outlawing tackle football for its “unseemly violence” and the “bad example it sets for the rest of the world,” Winston was far less of a football fan than he used to be. Two-hand touch wasn’t nearly as exciting.

    Yet wasn’t the game that Winston was uninterested in. It was more the thought of eating another TofuTurkey.

    Even though it was the best type of VeggieMeat available after the government revised the American Anti-Obesity Act of 2018, adding fowl to the list of federally-forbidden foods, (which already included potatoes, cranberry sauce and mince-meat pie), it wasn’t anything like real turkey. And ever since the government officially changed the name of “Thanksgiving Day” to “A National Day of Atonement” in 2020 to officially acknowledge the Pilgrims’ historically brutal treatment of Native Americans, the holiday had lost a lot of its luster.

    Eating in the dining room was also a bit daunting. The unearthly gleam of government-mandated fluorescent light bulbs made the TofuTurkey look even weirder than it actually was, and the room was always cold. Ever since Congress passed the Power Conservation Act of 2016, mandating all thermostats—which were monitored and controlled by the electric company—be kept at 68 degrees, every room on the north side of the house was barely tolerable throughout the entire winter.

    Still, it was good getting together with family. Or at least most of the family. Winston missed his mother, who passed on in October, when she had used up her legal allotment of live-saving medical treatment.
    He had had many heated conversations with the Regional Health Consortium, spawned when the private insurance market finally went bankrupt, and everyone was forced into the government health care program. And though he demanded she be kept on her treatment, it was a futile effort. “The RHC’s resources are limited,” explained the government bureaucrat Winston spoke with on the phone. “Your mother received all the benefits to which she was entitled. I’m sorry for your loss.”

    Ed couldn’t make it either. He had forgotten to plug in his electric car last night, the only kind available after the Anti-Fossil Fuel Bill of 2021 outlawed the use of the combustion engines—for everyone but government officials. The fifty mile round trip was about ten miles too far, and Ed didn’t want to spend a frosty night on the road somewhere between here and there.

    Thankfully, Winston’s brother, John, and his wife were flying in.
    Winston made sure that the dining room chairs had extra cushions for the occasion. No one complained more than John about the pain of sitting down so soon after the government-mandated cavity searches at airports, which severely aggravated his hemorrhoids. Ever since a terrorist successfully smuggled a cavity bomb onto a jetliner, the TSA told Americans the added “inconvenience” was an “absolute necessity” in order to stay “one step ahead of the terrorists.” Winston’s own body had grown accustomed to such probing ever since the government expanded their scope to just about anywhere a crowd gathered, via Anti-Profiling Act of 2022. That law made it a crime to single out any group or individual for “unequal scrutiny,” even when probable cause was involved. Thus, cavity searches at malls, train stations, bus depots, etc., etc., had become almost routine. Almost.

    The Supreme Court is reviewing the statute, but most Americans expect a Court composed of six progressives and three conservatives to leave the law intact. “A living Constitution is extremely flexible,” said the Court’s eldest member, Elena Kagan. “Europe has had laws like this one for years. We should learn from their example,” she added.

    Winston’s thoughts turned to his own children. He got along fairly well with his 12-year-old daughter, Brittany, mostly because she ignored him. Winston had long ago surrendered to the idea that she could text anyone at any time, even during Atonement Dinner. Their only real confrontation had occurred when he limited her to 50,000 texts a month, explaining that was all he could afford. She whined for a week, but got over it.

    His 16-year-old son, Jason, was another matter altogether.. Perhaps it was the constant bombarding he got in public school that global warming, the bird flu, terrorism or any of a number of other calamities were “just around the corner,” but Jason had developed a kind of nihilistic attitude that ranged between simmering surliness and outright hostility. It didn’t help that Jason had reported his father to the police for smoking a cigarette in the house, an act made criminal by the Smoking Control Statute of 2018, which outlawed smoking anywhere within 500 feet of another human being. Winston paid the $5000 fine, which might have been considered excessive before the American dollar became virtually worthless as a result of QE13. The latest round of quantitative easing the federal government initiated was, once again, to “spur economic growth.” This time they promised to push unemployment below its years-long rate of 18%, but Winston was not particularly hopeful.

    Yet the family had a lot for which to be thankful, Winston thought, before remembering it was a Day of Atonement. At least he had his memories. He felt a twinge of sadness when he realized his children would never know what life was like in the Good Old Days, long before government promises to make life “fair for everyone” realized their full potential. Winston, like so many of his fellow Americans, never realized how much things could change when they didn’t happen all at once, but little by little, so people could get used to them.

    He wondered what might have happened if the public had stood up while there was still time, maybe back around 2010, when all the real nonsense began. “Maybe we wouldn’t be where we are today if we’d just said ‘enough is enough’ when we had the chance,” he thought.

    Maybe so, Winston. Maybe so.

  19. I just returned from the funeral mass for Mr. G. Our priest, who is relatively new to our parish, gave the homily. He had a few months to get to know Mr. and Mrs. G, as they attended daily mass, Mrs. G is a sacristan, and both were active in parish activities. He commented on their faith as he described how he had gotten to know them. He told us that when he was called and notified that Mr. G. was dying, he went to the hospital, expecting to find a family in crisis. He was surprised to find the family gathered around Mr. G.’s bed, reminiscing and laughing with him. Mr. G. told his family he was not afraid to die, and so was able to spend his last hours in laughter and love. The priest appreciated the lesson in how to die with dignity.

    There are just some people that you don’t worry about when they pass on. Mr. G is one of those people. If I cry, it’s only because I’m thinking about Mrs. G. and her adjustment, and how I’ll miss seeing him every Sunday morning. There were some lovely pictures of the two of them during their 65 years together. They never stopped their honeymoon, I don’t think.

    I found out that we shared a love for the same hymns, too.

    Rest in peace, Mr. G., and God bless your family.

  20. Afternoon Hamsters from genuine Razorback country. No not Baton Rouge, that’s Friday.

    Could use some knee mails from the comfy couch. Mama Hogfan is in the hospital with pneumonia and will be thru the holiday. There is a mass in her right lung and the quack doc is not 100% on it being just pneumonia. Things are a little better today for the first time all week.

  21. On a lighter note…….
    Congrats Shannon. Next May will be 25 for me and Mrs HF.

    And Hamous, What championship game was that the Gators were supposed to play in? I can’t find it on any schedule.

  22. Warning: When after emptying a large Ziploc bag full of hot Hungarian paprika, don’t hold the open side in front of your face as you begin to wad it up for the trash. A big cloud of hot paprika residue could blow right into your damned eye and burn like hell.


    At least it wasn’t the hot ancho chile powder I was repacking earlier.

  23. #10 Shannon

    I wonder what the actual cranberry content is in the canned stuff.

    You can buy “whole berry” canned cranberries that is not a solid mass of cran-gel.

  24. Well, I rolled in about 4 and found Small Back-Up Dawg at home by herself, (Mamma went to the store) so I put her leash on and took her for a walk down to the pond. I don’t dare let her run free because of the Coyotes. But she really loved all the foreign smells. Since this place is 600 miles east of Houston and in the same time zone it gets dark early, sun sets around 4:30.
    OK,….waiting for wagonbuner, 3,2,1……

  25. #45 Dave
    So the Super family travels like the Obammys, mom & pop in separate vehicles? Sounds like a lonely 600 mi drive to me. Y’all have a great holiday. ya hear?

  26. Construction on Casa de Hamous is closing in on four weeks. I can cook but no kitchen sink. It’s like camping out. Noise is pretty annoying today.

  27. So the Super family travels like the Obammys, mom & pop in separate vehicles? Sounds like a lonely 600 mi drive to me. Y’all have a great holiday. ya hear?

    My bride is semi-retired so she had the luxury of leaving on Sunday. She wanted to spend some time with her favorite grand niece. They rent girl moives and order Pizza.

  28. Say what you want, but the secret to moist baked turkey is brining frying.
    Insert dreaded acronym here. 😉

  29. #48 Shannon

    the secret to moist baked turkey is brining.

    So whooever it was that dropped their turkey in the dishwater — did that count as brining?

  30. #49 Hammy
    Anyone else remember a story here in Houston sometime in the last 20-25 years, where some renters were found to have excavated a huge hole in their living room, right through the slab of the house, with all the dirt piled up in interior roooms?

  31. Many thanks to all the hamsters. Today’s brain MRI was negative or is it positive. Guess it all depends on how you look at it. Best news so far. See the P O P does work.

    All you good folks have a great Thanksgiving with your loved ones.


    Hamous, it’s ok if you root for the Hogs. It is your best choice.

  32. Short, sweet, simple: letter to the editor in today’s HouChron:

    By any other name

    Regarding “Opposing priorities will fuel committee’s failure” (Page B7, Saturday), Paul Krugman says Republicans view the welfare state as immoral.

    That is because Republicans understand that theft is immoral – no matter what one calls it.

    – Perry Whitley, Houston

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