Sunday, November 28. Back To The Dumps. Leftover Gorging. Mary Leigh drove Jude to the airport for a six o'clock flight, and returned to her dormitory at Tulane.
So ends the family Thanksgiving holiday. Mary Ann's spirits were in freefall. All she has left now are me and her horde of leftovers. To show my esprit de corps I must indulge in the stuff.
Which isn't so bad. The shepherd's pie is still good. And we made an excellent pot of turkey gumbo a couple of days ago. MA made the stock and assembled it. The dark roux was my job, and of I say so myself it's the best I ever made. I should have made more of it, though. The Marys thought the texture was too light, though. I make gumbo the old way, with a thinner broth. Gumbo that can be eaten with a fork is of recent vintage. Chef Paul Prudhomme and his faithful made it popular, I think.
Spent most of the day compiling and publishing the Reveillon menus and the rest of my Christmas presentation on the web. Although doing all that gives me comprehensive knowledge of the holiday menus, there is no question that the job is ninety-nine percent perspiration.
