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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Who says you have to make that big hormone-laden bird anyway?
Posted by Jill | 7:43 AM
Thanksgiving may be the holiday that most often causes people to plunge into holiday-related depression. No other holiday, not even Christmas, comes with as much Rockwellian baggage as Thanksgiving. It's the day when we think everyone but us is going to sit down to a perfectly-decorated table and eat a delicious meal of golden-brown turkey that oozes juices as it's carved, glistening cranberry sauce, fluffy stuffing studded with bits of sausage/raisins/whatever, mashed potatoes that taste like potatoes instead of something you'd use to putty dents in your car, and apples or pumpkin custard nestled in crusts that flake with a fork -- even on the bottom. We think everyone but us is going to sit around that table, without a cross word spoken, beaming at a few dozen loved ones -- grandparents, parents, children, cousins, siblings, nieces, nephews -- and thank God that they all had the opportunity to be together on that day.

There are people for whom today is going to be like this. They are the lucky ones. For others, it's a day when they pray that their wingnut brother-in-law doesn't insist on bringing up Iraq at the dinner table, or that Grandma doesn't say anything about their weight, or that cousin Brenda's vegan boyfriend doesn't go into one of his meat is murder rants about the turkey, or that Uncle Carl doesn't fall off the wagon again and drink a sixpack of beer while watching the football game. For many women (and it's still mostly the women who do the cooking) it's a day off spent trying to coordinate all the pieces of this dinner that gets demolished in twenty minutes, leaving nothing but leftovers that everyone will be sick of in another day and a mountain of dishes and dirty pots and pans.

My thoughts are with this latter group today.

Because I absolutely refuse to travel on Thanksgiving weekend, this is a holiday that's usually spent quietly at Chez Brilliant. In previous years we've gone to a local restaurant, but after last year, when a size-zero waitress made a snarky comment at me because I dared to have a couple of cookies for dessert, I really didn't want to go back there. I toyed with the idea of making a turkey breast, but frankly, at this point in my life, I mostly identify turkey as deli meat, best served on a whole wheat baguette with a spread of brie and a schmear of honey mustard and maybe a bit of tomato. I don't much care for mashed potatoes, and once you get that "wet bread" idea in your head, the idea of stuffing seems pretty nauseating too. I do, however, love sweet potatoes, but I like them baked, served plain or perhaps with just the tiniest bit of butter. Mr. B's idea of sweet potatoes is those sad little creatures out of a can that are then dressed up with marshmallows until they are unrecognizable as anything but a particularly unpalatable breed of candy. I have vowed to do something with roasting the yams I bought this week with olive oil and herbs to show him how fabulous a little tuber this really is.

But if you're not going to go out, or to where someone else does the cooking, and you don't want to do the bird, what do you do? This is where I ask Mr. Brilliant what he'd like to have, and this year the answer was "Indian food." But alas, Twins India Palace in Orangeburg, NY is closed, so it was back to cooking. Plan B? Spinach lasagne with garlic bread.

Just on the off chance that you can't face the Big Bird today, or if you want to add a pasta course to guarantee turkey leftovers, here's what's cooking at Chez Brilliant today. It's a sort-of less fattening version of conventional lasagne, and uses a white sauce instead of a tomato-based sauce. I made this recipe up, so feel free to adjust seasonings and everything else at will:


SPINACH LASAGNE


  • 2-3 bags frozen chopped spinach
  • 1 onion, chopped
  • 1 Tbs. or so olive oil
  • As many garlic cloves as you like, minced (I like to make it really garlicky)
  • 2 16-oz. containers ricotta cheese (the fat free works just fine)
  • 8 oz. shredded mozzarella
  • 2 eggs
  • oregano and/or basil to taste
  • freshly-ground pepper to taste
  • 4 Tbs. butter
  • 4 Tbs. Wondra flour
  • 2 cups milk (1% or skim is fine)
  • 1 box lasagne noodles (I use the Ronzoni Healthy Harvest or whole wheat noodles)


Prepare spinach: Thaw spinach and sqeeze out excess moisture. Heat olive oil in saute pan and add garlic and onion, cook till onion is translucent. Add spinach and saute about 1 minute. Set aside.

Prepare cheese layer: In a bowl, combine ricotta, half the mozzarella, eggs, basil, oregano, salt/pepper to taste. Set aside.

Make white sauce: In a saucepan, melt butter. Add flour and stir. Add milk. Slowly bring to a boil, reduce heat immediately and stir till thickened. Add salt/pepper to taste.

Cook pasta till just al dente. Drain, rinse with cool water.

Spray a lasagne pan with oil spray. Spread a thin layer of sauce in the pan. Layer noodles, spinach, cheese 2-3 times, stopping with noodles. Spread a thin layer of sauce on top if you have any left, top with remaining mozzarella.

Cover with foil and bake at 350 degrees about 40 minutes. remove foil and bake another 15 minutes or so till mozzarella is of desired consistency.


And so today we will eat this repast and be thankful for reduced-fat cheeses and high-fiber pasta and for not having to work ourselves to death today. And I will be thankful for being still employed, and for still having my health (and insurance) and a roof over my head. I'll be thankful for not having answered the siren song of home equity loans and not being in debt up to my eyeballs. I'll be thankful that at least for now there is someone running for president who isn't completely loathsome. I'll be thankful for Keith Olbermann and Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert and Paul Reickhoff Jon Soltz and the Wilsons and Naomis Klein and Wolf and Paul Krugman and Bob Herbert and the many, many others who do yeoman work trying, however vainly, to save this country. I'll be thankful that there are no family members I'm not speaking to. I'll be thankful for my friends, both meat world and virtual, and you readers who for some strange and wondrous reason known only to yourselves, give me the blessing of your eyeballs every day.

Have a happy, wonderful, and safe day, everyone.

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