So another Thanksgiving has come and gone. This one went fine, though for me it was a tad lacklustre. I think I need to fire up the menu next year; make it more interesting for myself. This year just felt a bit “baste the turkey, blah blah… make the stuffing, blah blah.. scream at mother, blah blah..” Mc Nureyev was a great help in the kitchen, althought the avuncular/culinary bonding experience went a bit awry at the point when I explained to him-complete with expressive gestures- that one cannot make a bechamel sauce and play “Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of A Dysfunctional Family” on one’s Gamebox at the same time.

The butterscotch cream pie was a huge hit. If nothing else, I no longer fear custard. God help me, it may be souffles next.