Holidays in my family have always been about food. My mother is an awesome cook, all self-taught, and my life has been filled with good eats. It's also made for some intimidating moments because her chef's hat is a big one to fill so I get nervous when I cook something for everyone. This year was no different and it was full of comical errors. Let me give you some examples.
For weeks I struggled over what to serve for Christmas Day dinner. I knew we were going to have a standing rib roast but beyond that, I wasn't sure what everyone would like to have as sides. Oh, and dessert! Don't get me started on how hard it was to pick out a dessert! My mom kept saying, "Why does everything have to be homemade? Just buy something." Well, Mom, because you always made it all, that's why! At some point, it was decided that we would have Potatoes Dauphinoise, Green Beans, and yorkshire pudding. For dessert, I was making the Guinness Cake that I had made for Sean's birthday and the Pioneer Woman's Peach Maple Crisp. So far so good right? Well, the Guinness Cake recipe had it topped with a Cream Cheese Icing, which I like, but I wanted to do something that looked fluffier so I settled on a Swiss Meringue Buttercream that I had seen at BakeSpace. Christmas Eve day, I went ahead and made the frosting, just in case I messed it up. Good thing I did that. It was a more complicated frosting than I'm used to making because a double boiler and egg whites were involved but I got through that part with flying colors. In fact, I made it through the whole process with flying colors and my buttercream was GORGEOUS and I was so proud of myself! I dipped my finger in the excess that was on my mixer paddle and closed my eyes, ready to taste the gloriousness that is buttercream, when.....ACK! I used SALTED butter instead of unsalted. Hol. Lee. Crap. People, there was 1 and 1/4 lb of butter in there AND 5 egg whites. Crap, crap, megacrap! I had to start over. Damn.
Double boiler...mmphfg.....boil the water...mmpfgh....water's boiling, put egg whites in bowl....mmmpfgh...turn around and completely forget about egg whites in double boiler over boiling water...WHAT. Crap! Again?? Do it all again?? Really??? Jiminy Christmas. Ok. So at this point, I decide to just do a seven-minute frosting, which is white, glossy, and beautiful and it turned out just fine. First fiasco- check. On to the second.
At dinner the next night, I had to fix Green Bean Casserole because the fancy french green beans purchased at the store a couple of days earlier looked like someone has snuck a bird into my fridge and asked it to kindly poop all over them. They were brown and moldy and I was hacked. No bigee, everyone likes Green Bean Casserole so that was fine. What wasn't fine was what transpired next. The roast was cooking in my main oven, which is tiny (2 cu ft) so I had to use a toaster oven that I got last year to cook everything else. No problem. Well, one problem...Have you ever made Green Bean Casserole? You bake it for 25 minutes, take it out and top it with fried onions then put it back in the oven for 5 minutes to brown the onions. Apparently, I think 5 minutes and 15 minutes are the same because I burnt the hell out of the topping. Fiasco number two - check. On to the third...
The roasts came out of the oven and looked beautiful, smelled fantastic, and they gave off a bunch of glorious drippings to use to make gravy and yorkshire pudding. While the pudds were in the oven, my mom and I set to making the gravy in the roasting pan on the stovetop. There were many spices in the bottom of the roasting pan because I had slathered them on the roasts before cooking them and the gravy was looking and tasting great. Suddenly, my mom said, "What's that plasticky smell?" I paused and took a whiff. "I don't smell anything." Then I laughed and said, "The way this dinner is going though there could be Saran Wrap on the eye and I wouldn't be surprised." We laughed and went about our business with cooking and eating dinner. Once dinner was finished and everyone had gone home, Sean and I were cleaning the kitchen when I heard him exclaim, "Oh man! That's great. That's beautiful!" I turned and saw what he was freaking out about - a melted plastic lid all over the eye on my stove as well as the bottom of my roasting dish. **Sigh** Oh well, it was a delicious dinner anyway. Maybe next year I'll make it flawlessly. HA! yeah right.
Seriously though, all the goof-ups aside, we had a nice dinner and I learned a lot about how to do it better for next year. Hope you all had great holiday meals, too!