For our first Thanksgiving away from family, Chris and I have had a fairly traditional holiday with a lot of food consumed.
I even attempted to make my first pie!
The Moscow Food Co-op had only extra-large butternut squash available when I did the grocery shopping on Wednesday afternoon. I actually picked up the squash for a recipe for Wednesday evening, but could not find all the ingredients, so I had to change the original plans for the squash. I found a recipe for sausage and apple stuffed butternut squash in the Joy of Cooking. Lacking sausage, but not the Granny Smith, I made that with only half the squash, but modified it by adding pumpkin pie spice (the recipe already called for a lot of brown sugar), raisins and pecans. It was yummy. (I just cooked the other half of the squash).
Thanksgiving Day included…
9:00 AM-- butternut squash and pecan waffles and coffee
1:00 PM – roasted squash seeds with cayenne pepper, chili powder, cumin and salt
1:30 PM – late lunch of slow cooker chicken, apple, raisin, and pecan stuffed butternut squash from the night before and salad
3:00 PM—raspberry and pear pie with vanilla ice cream and coffee
8:30 PM—Thanksgiving Burritos inspired by Taco Tontos in Kent, OH. These included mashed sweet potatoes (or were they yams?), sweet corn, brown rice, chicken from lunch and lettuce, wrapped in a tortilla shell and baked until piping hot. And, of course, more pie
We also had leftover waffles and roasted squash seeds throughout the day
Mmmmm! Twelve hours of eating… sounds like a traditional Thanksgiving to me. I even got in an afternoon naps with both Swirls and Pokey keeping me warm.

Oh, and the pie. It was my first attempt at making pie. The crust was a little thick and the bottom crust kind of shrunk when it was first baked, therefore, the top and bottom did not meet. It wasn’t as good as my Dad’s or Chris’s Grandmas’, but it was still tasty and I have now gotten over my pie crust intimidation. The next one will be even better, but it might be a full year until the next one. As Dad’s favorite saying goes, “I’ve been slavin’ in the kitchen all day.” But, surprisingly, I have enjoyed it. Maybe I shouldn’t admit that. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, whether it be traditional, some spin-off of traditional, or completely unconventional and unique.