Friday, November 25, 2011

Call me a turkey...

Because I am STUFFED! I hope that everyone had a sweet Thanksgiving. I sure did. I'm still recovering (by vegging on the couch in front of the LSU game with a PBR in one hand and a fistful of buffalo chicken dip in the other). My tummy ache could be attributed to one of two things:

1. This ginormous plate of food. WHAT WAS I THINKING?


2. The anxiety of my midnight Kohl's run. My mom coerced me into going despite my disdain for large crowds and Kohl's in general.  Black Friday shopping has always been a tradition for us but these midnight openings took the insanity to a whole new level.  Let's just say that this moonlight trip ended with my mom flinging an armful of reasonably-priced clothing at a Kohl's employee and sprinting out of the store empty handed.

Anyway, before this drama ensued, I was slaving away in the kitchen making some fabulous thanksgiving desserts.


Evidence of my slaving:



I made three holiday desserts: a bourbon caramel apple pie, a chocolate ganache tart, and a brown butter pumpkin cake with maple bourbon frosting. I think I have a bourbon addiction??? The booze overdose wan unintentional. I swear it.



That apple pie was not super attractive, but man, it was delicious.  My dad (who, unlike his spawn, is a legit photographer) took the two photos above.



My brother's birthday was also on Thanksgiving this year, so I made him a special cake. I didn't have any chances to practice my cake decorating in France (French people do not eat cakes like this. Ever.), but I think it came out pretty well.


YUM. I hope that everyone enjoyed a mighty feast yesterday and that you have a wonderful remainder of your weekend!


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