Tina's stuffs her turkey and I learned this thing called a dressing bag. All the ingredients are placed in a double walled gauze bag and stuffed in the bird for easy removal after the cooking. I wasn't prepared to do that to our turkey yesterday with the stores closed and no way to purchase cheese cloth, but it will be great for next year. I never liked the dressing sticking to the walls inside the cavity as it took forever to scrape it all out, so I usually just make the dressing and use some of the pan drippings to add the turkey flavour and just bake it in the oven casserole style.
The table below is set with our plaid Christmas cloth with navy place mats and willow dishes. I could have hauled out the Moonlight Rose china but I love the blue and white willow for special occasions as well as everyday. We had blue plaid Christmas crackers that are always fun and I did bring out the silver cutlery for a bit of extra shine. Blue and white ceramic candle holders scattered around the floral centerpiece added a charming ambiance to the meal.
We made Moose Milk for before dinner whistle wetters. I'd made the cranberry ring for the Hook-in Christmas party that got cancelled, so we decided to use it or loose it to frost bite. Moose Milk is a combination of 1 part Vodka, 1 part Kahlua, 1 part Dark Rum, 4 parts milk and 4 parts Vanilla ice-cream. Simple to prepare and despite the white mustache, goes down like velvet and tastes heavenly. The silver plated punch bowl was a purchases at The Bombay Company years ago, and still shines brilliantly after a polish.
Dessert was an embarrassment. Maybe I've lost my touch because I ruined the butter tarts with over cooking. I filled the pastry too much so the filling bubbled up and ran out over the pan and burned to a caramelized crisp. I had to perform operations to cut away the sticky mess to release the pastry from the pan. Yummy of course to pick off and crunchy to eat, but a dogs breakfast to look at. They weren't the beautiful tart I usually make so I announced dessert would be ugly. Thankfully, the flavour was there or I wouldn't have been able to serve them and that would have meant throwing some overripe bananas at the crowd. No one seemed to care, especially the guys. What is it about men...they just love tarts.....
I'm very lucky to have a domestic, handy hubby who doesn't mind rolling up his sleeves to peel and cut veggies or wash dishes. I call out the orders and he did my bidding....like a PA in the kitchen. He came well trained so I didn't have to do any of the breaking in myself. I'm a lucky woman!