Around these parts, Thanksgiving is something of a week-long celebration. We’ll feast again with friends this Monday, but earlier in the week we hosted another small gathering. The idea was fowl, but definitely no turkey. What did we eat?
Fennel confit with saffron, currants, orange zest, coriander seed. (I make this all the time; it’s very popular around these parts! I always look for the tiniest bulbs at the market for the most tender flesh.)
Sauteed chicken livers with torn radicchio and honey vinaigrette
Shredded duck legs with lentils, kale, and duck-fat roast potatoes
Roasted butternut squash with herbs de Provence, fresh bay and smoked paprika
Crispy brussels sprouts with pancetta and pine nuts
A big hunk of Comté from Jura and sourdough bread
There was lots of laughter, record playing, and garland-making. One of the best Thanksgivings I’ve had in ages. There weren’t even any leftovers!