Whenever Canadian Thanksgiving pops up on my social media feeds in October, a wave of schadenfreude washes over me: those poor knitters to the north, stuck in the kitchen prepping while I get to knit. Then November comes along and it’s me stuck in the kitchen and fussing over folding chairs and Autumnal Decor (this year: pilgrim placecards)–and enjoying myself quite a bit actually. It’s my favorite holiday, especially joyous now that most of the kids at our gathering are returning from far-flung colleges for the weekend.
For some of us, this Sunday is not Lazy. But there are always those lucky people who go to someone else’s Thanksgiving, and only have to stop at the wine store or pick up a pie. And the people in countries that do not celebrate Thanksgiving, or do not simu-celebrate with us. This week’s Lazy Sunday is for them; may they bask in sloth.
My favorite show to knit to right now is Scott & Bailey.
Think Cagney & Lacey, updated to 2011-2015 and happening in Manchester, England. The boss, Gill, aka Godzilla, is one of the most compelling TV policewomen ever written. She’s the boss you hate and love but mostly respect; it’s hard to be her, and it shows. (Gill’s boss is also a woman.) Both Janet Scott and Rachel Bailey are good detectives — incredible interviewers, so kudos to the writers– and complex, appealing human beings. There is plenty of soap opera mixed in with the dead bodies. Some suspense. Some contrived situations. Some sadness. Some irrational, self-defeating behavior. Lots of scenes in the women’s bathroom.
Anyway, everybody is probably already watching it, so this is for that one person out there who doesn’t know about it yet. (You’re welcome, one person!) It’s on my local PBS station right now, and also on Hulu.
To Read and/or Cook
I may be getting old and overly nostalgic, but whenever I’m cooking a big dinner, I think of my Grandma Mabel. This year I’m attempting her pull-apart yeast rolls, which were slightly sweet and milky. She put three little balls of dough into each cup of a muffin tin, so when you pulled them apart there were tender little sides to butter. She didn’t write the recipe down completely, so I’m doing it from my mom’s translation of Grandma’s notes. Scalding of milk is involved, and the instruction to “beat good.” I’ll let you know if they come out anything like my memory of them. (So far, they are a goopy mess. Grandma! Help!)
As always, I’m making 1960’s prize winning Dilly Casserole Bread, because if I didn’t, there would be Disappointment. No matter if I double or triple the recipe, there is never any left. This afternoon I had a moment of panic in Fairway, when I couldn’t find the minced dried onion in the spice section. In desperation I checked the organic section, and they were there. Then I remembered that I went through the same drill last year, and maybe the year before. Your correspondent is the proud owner of three bottles of minced dried onion. To heck with KonMari. This is Dilly Bread we’re talking about.
New this year: I am freestyling a different way of upscaling the canned green beans + cream of mushroom soup casserole of my mother’s generation. I’ve tried this one, and it’s delicious, but it’s so labor-intensive that one suspects Campbell’s of a plot to drive people back to cream of mushroom soup. I’m all for scratch cooking, but on Thanksgiving Day I cannot be frizzling onions AND making bechamel sauce AND sauteing mushrooms, just to pull a casserole together. I’m going to try to do it as a sheet-pan roast of the green beans and mushrooms, topped with the frizzled onions. No bechamel–I’m breaking that link to the cream of mushroom soup once and for all. Hashtag: crazytalk.
Lazy Sunday Mailbag
After last week’s mention of Grantchester, reader Rosemary told us in the comments that while in Cambridge this past September, she and her husband visited a shoot for Grantchester. She said the cast was lovely and amazed that people from North Carolina knew the show, and that they were swell about posing for pictures.
Sidney! Geordie! Mrs. Maguire! What the Dickens!