The Thanksgiving Diaries 2017: Thanksgiving Eve

Whoever said no plan survives contact with the enemy must have foreseen my day today. I had all the recipes. I had my timetable (though I didn’t get the pie baked Tuesday, so I was already behind). I gathered my ingredients…

And then Fern texts me that the oven at their house went out. Crap. So, everything that they were going to cook is now going to split time with my oven projects which, as I mentioned, are already behind. It’s going to be a long night…

Note: the beer was for tonight. Call it, “Chef’s Aid”.

And indeed, it did not begin auspiciously. After picking up the sweet potatoes for Fern’s pie, I swung by Bottle Barn to grab a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and a Champagne for tomorrow. I had Google Girl do the calculations for the drive home, hoping she’d rout me around traffic. She did… right through Coffey Park. There’s nothing to remind you how lucky you are, how much you have to be thankful for than passing through utter and complete destruction. We are so very lucky…

That being said, if anyone would like a dog and two cats please let me know because after what they greeted me with when I got home they’re lucky they didn’t join the turkey in the brine bag (I know Winston wouldn’t have fit. “We’re gonna need a bigger bag….” 😉 ). I was furious. Fern called right during an exceptionally colorful profanity jag and she managed to cool me down. I gathered myself, took care of things, and threw myself into the battle at hand.

The Greatest Pumpkin Pie Ever

The crust went together pretty well, and the spices in the filling seemed on point. I didn’t anticipate

Mise en PIE!

either the crust growing as it did, nor a bit of the burn on the top most bits of the crust. Overall, it still turned out okay and I don’t think anyone will complain once there’s a slice on a plate with a healthy dollop of bourbon whip cream on top.

Gingersnap crust ready to rest in the fridge for a few.

So spicy! Not everything was whole-spice.

Filling looks good so far…

Crust and filling combine! Form VOLTRON PIE!

Ooh, so let’s just call the edge of the crust “Well Done,” shall we?

Turkey! Turkey! Turkey!

Jay’s maple bourbon brine smells incredible, with orange, clove, and of course maple and bourbon scents, that bird is enjoying a lovely dip right now.

Bird In a Bucket: “Good night, Turkey. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely cook and eat you in the morning.”

My First™ Thanksgiving Macaroni and Cheese

Blender-eye-view of the spices: some cayenne, some salt and pepper, some nutmeg, some dried mustard…

Went together great, and it looks fantastic. Fern complained that it should have been twice the size it is. I reminded her we’re serving four and not twenty-four. Still, she has a point: next time I’d double the recipe, but I’ll have to report back on whether there will be a next time for this recipe.

Cheesy goodness!

That leaves (Mostly) Nana’s Green Bean Casserole and Vampire-Unfriendly Mashed Potatoes for early morning tomorrow. As I type Fern has the stuffing in the oven. It’s a late night and it’ll be an early morning, but so be it.

You might be wondering what my plan is for actually, you know, cooking the turkey tomorrow? Fern and her mom have an electric turkey roaster at home. What, might you ask, is an electric turkey roaster? Because that was my first question. Something like this. Seriously, I had no idea such a thing existed but I’m really glad they do!

More tomorrow – the final stand! And then the all-important tasting!

A Thanksgiving Pedestrian Goes To Work

Let me explain a few things first. For almost my entire life I have been what I’ll term a “Thanksgiving Pedestrian”. What I mean is I’ve rarely had to make anything for Thanksgiving. Even when I was married because we didn’t have kids we were the transient couple going to wherever Thanksgiving was being held and – more importantly – prepared. Sure, we’d bring pies, but my ex worked as a pastry chef for a time, so like I was going to be contributing to that?

One year in grad school we hosted a few friends for a Thanksgiving of roasted chicken, Stove Top, carrots, and (of course) pies. Oh, and one of the other grad student’s truly terrible homemade mead *shudder*.

On my own, I’ve been invited to Thanksgivings with my family, and with my friends, but I haven’t had an opportunity to prepare more than a sourdough-bowl spinach dip (though I make a mean spinach dip, let me tell you!).

This year, however, Fern and I are making Thanksgiving with her mom and aunt, and it’s on like Turkey Kong (tis the season, after all…). Fern’s mom was more than happy to divvy up the cooking responsibilities, and this year I’m more than happy to take on some projects.

This, dear reader, is what I’m bringing:

  • (Mostly) Nana’s Green Bean Casserole
  • Vampire-Unfriendly Mashed Potatoes
  • My First™ Thanksgiving Macaroni and Cheese
  • Turkey! Turkey! Turkey!
  • The Greatest Pumpkin Pie Ever

You’d better bet there will be full blog posts and recipes for all these, but I’ll give you a quick rundown ahead of time.

(Mostly) Nana’s Green Bean Casserole: I know this can be polarizing, but for me and my family it’s tradition. I’m hopping it up a little, but not straying far from the French’s fried onion-topped classic.

Vampire-Unfriendly Mashed Potatoes: Keeping this one simple with Yukon golds and garlic. Simple. And they’ll undoubtedly be delicious. Oh! And I celebrated festivities by getting myself a new potato masher! Hey, this is a big deal!

My First™ Thanksgiving Macaroni and Cheese: I’ve never had Macaroni and Cheese at Thanksgiving, but Fern and her family have always had it in the same way my family has always had Nana’s Green Bean Casserole. So, is it wise to give a traditional family holiday staple to the New Guy? We’ll see. The recipe I’ve put together looks like a winner (full disclosure: I haven’t tested it yet! Eek!), so here we go – sink or swim… in amazing macaroni and cheese!

Turkey! Turkey! Turkey! While we’re going to cook the bird at Fern’s, I’m responsible for the prep, and for that I’m counting on my brother Jay’s tried-and-true maple bourbon brine to do the heavy lifting and a traditional homemade spice rub to take it the rest of the way. The rub, I’ll admit, is untested, but I’ll give a preview of the spices used: equal parts Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, Dallas Cowboys football, and tryptophan-induced naps (stay tuned for the real thing).

Finally, The Greatest Pumpkin Pie Ever: Okay, I’m going to level with you on this one: I have no idea whether this is the greatest pumpkin pie ever, but Fern insists that sweet potato pie (which she is making) is superior to pumpkin pie, and that kind of thing just can’t stand. So, I’ve put together what on paper sure looks to be a winner – a generously-spiced filling with a gingersnap crust and a dollop of homemade bourbon whipped cream. Again, greatest ever? We’ll see. But I’m confident it’ll take down even the finest sweet potato pie. Let’s get ready to rumble! *ding ding*

Like I said, stay tuned – posts, pictures, and recipes to follow. And I wish all of you a safe and fantastic Thanksgiving!

Moonlight Brewing Company, Santa Rosa, CA

Moonlight Brewing Company
3350 Coffey Ln
Santa Rosa, CA
707-528-2537

Back in the day, going wine tasting meant standing in the barrel room or in the processing room among giant tanks, smelling the sweet smell of fermenting grapes as you tried the aged, ready-to-sell product. Usually you were freezing, as sleeping wine likes it cold (maybe you were even in a cave), and your surroundings left no doubt that the liquid coming from the bottle required a lot of work to get from the vines to your glass.
These days, most wineries have invested in dedicated tasting rooms with carefully selected art pieces and gently playing music alongside their wines. The experience, for the most part, is still lovely, only… different. I’d argue that there’s something lost when you can only see barrels through a window, or hear the machinery when a worker inadvertently opens a door and disturbs the carefully crafted ambiance of the tasting room.
Most breweries largely skipped the tasting among the equipment to varying degrees – at Lagunitas you can see the enormous tanks, but unless you go on one of the tours then the gift shop is as close to the production as you’ll get. 101 North and Henhouse, are “taprooms” but both have walls that largely shield visitors from the process.
Not Moonlight Brewing’s taproom.
If you’ve heard of Moonlight Brewing Company you a) have probably heard of it when you were in the North Bay, and b) probably know of it because of their flagship dark ale, “Death and Taxes”. Unless you’re not a fan of the style you likely came away from that encounter happy to have discovered a somewhat elusive beer, and that was that.
Founded in 1992, Moonlight has been until very recently the labor of love of Brian Hunt who filled every role in the company – brewer, distributor, marketer. So when I mention you probably were near the North Bay trying “Death and Taxes” it’s because their distribution has been about as far as Brian would drive the kegs in his van.
Things started changing a few years ago. Rumors swirled that Moonlight was going to open a tap room and that Brian would take on employees. The biggest shocker came last year, though, when Brian sold a 50% stake of Moonlight Brewing to Lagunitas, itself having been sold entirely to Heineken. Brian explained to the Press Democrat the transaction was about preserving Moonlight – already 60, his children indicated they weren’t interested in running Moonlight.
But Brian did hire some employees.
And the taproom did open.
And if you are a fan of Moonlight, then the taproom is everything you could ever want. But let me explain that a little bit. First, it’s not open a lot: Fridays 4-8, Saturday and Sundays 2-8. If that seems to coincide with non-working hours, it’s not a coincidence. While the taproom itself – that is, the small area where the beer is poured – is walled off from the brewery equipment, the “seats” in the taproom are pony kegs with hand-made cushions temporarily resting on top. Most people take their pint or 12 ounce pour, or flight and go through the door into the brewery proper where the equipment is blocked off with wooden pallets (easily removed when Monday’s workday comes around). It’s cold, too – bring a jacket. But they also have a stack of board games, and Fern and I wiled away the afternoon playing Sorry and Uno.
As for the beers, “Death and Taxes” is one of a lineup that does vary somewhat week to week, but features their lighter beers, “Reality Czeck” Pilsner and “Misspent Youth” pale ale. When we were there, they also had a seasonal wet-hopped beer, and at the top of the ABV scale for them, “Bony Fingers” at 6.5%. Did you catch that? The highest ABV on tap is just 6.5%, bucking the trend of hop bombs starting well-north of that figure, with most of Moonlight’s beers falling around 5% or lower. The lower alcohol levels put the focus on flavor and complexity, where Moonlight shines (pun intended). But it also means you can wile away the afternoon with several pints without needing to draw straws for a designated driver or pulling up your Uber or Lyft app.
Downsides? Sure: it’s cold. That doesn’t bother me, but Fern wished she’d brought a parka and gloves (they do have some blankets by the games, though – clearly this is not a new issue). It’s hit or miss these days whether a taproom will have food, with many opting to partner with food trucks. There’s no trucks near Moonlight, but the low alcohol makes the absence of food less a deal breaker. Aside from the hours, It can be a little hard to find. Turning right onto Coffey from Piner, look for the business park on your right side a couple of hundred yards in. When the driveway splits, take the left fork and Moonlight is the first suite on the right side.
So make a note of the hours. Mark it in your calendar, and just go. Did I mention they have regular size and double-walled 32 oz growlers (it is, after all, a taproom). Incredible beer that doesn’t hide the method of production. Go. Just go.