Thursday 11 December 2014

Thanksgiving New Mexico Style

     Thanksgiving 2014 has come and gone, and again we managed to make it quite an event.  Perhaps its from 18 years of living in the UK and therefore being required to make Thanksgiving a Really Big Deal in order for it to happen at all, but this holiday always seems to be associated - in both my mind and the minds of my children - with well-rewarded effort.  Family, friends, food, a holiday with history, and a respite from work - the basic elements of Thanksgiving stack it with a high chance of success. 

     So this year, we went to visit my lovely Aunt Kelly and her wonderful family in Las Cruces, New Mexico.   We went to Las Cruces to see Kelly and Karl. It was great, except for the blasted drive.  10 hours, I think it is.  The kids were really good about it, but still a pain.  I haven’t been to Las Cruces since 1995, so it was fun to go back.  Kelly and Karl have a lovely, spacious home, with a constant fire roaring, dogs lying on the floor, and horses out the front.  Tim said it reminded him of his friend Dale Phillip’s house – a country gentleman’s home, only quite near the Mexican border. 


Me chopping onions for the sourdough stuffing
     Kelly and I cooked ALL DAY on Thursday, as we didn’t eat until about 5pm.  We had the requisite turkey, yams and apples, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie; the biggest mount of mashed potato I have ever seen; sourdough bread, sausage, pecan and kale stuffing; a modernized, upscale green bean casserole, made with bacon, sour cream, provolone cheese and mushrooms; and the ‘all-hail’ 7-up lemon jello salad.  I also introduced the family to the British Christmas speciality of Brussel sprouts served with pancetta and chestnuts, which went down very well. 


A rather large mound of potatoes
 

Roasted and peeled chestnuts for the brussels
 
 

 
The Thanksgiving spread!
 

I made 2 of my signature apple crumble pies, and Kelly made her New Mexico speciality of chocolate pecan pie.  Kelly and Karl live right across the street from the biggest privately owned pecan orchard in the world, and Kelly’s pantry is teeming with huge bags of freshly shelled pecans.  So of course pecan pie was a must for the menu. 
 
 
The pies ...

     Kelly and Karl have 6 children, all in their 20’s or late teens.  There are 5 boys, all of whom are of a rather giant stature.  Several of the said boys play college baseball and/or minor league baseball.  I was worried just about feeding our 8 and Kelly’s crew.  But when we arrived, there was talk of who else was invited to dinner – including the possibility of the New Mexico State baseball team.  In the end, only 2 players showed up, which seemed manageable, plus two other guests, making the grand total at dinner 21.  And by a miracle, there were somehow lots of leftovers, so we got our turkey and cranberry sandwiches the next day.

     On Friday, I got to go to Santa Fe.  Manisha Thakor, one of my best friends in the world, lives there with her huband, Randy.  The last time I saw Manisha was in 2004, when she came to visit me when we lived in Princes Risborough.  Since then, it has been nigh impossible to make our paths cross, especially with me living overseas.  So when we decided to go to Las Cruces for Thanksgiving, I immediately tried to think of how I could get up to Santa Fe. It’s a four hour drive from Las Cruces to Santa Fe, but it was worth the sacrifice! 

     Manisha and Randy took me out to a fabulous restaurant where I had the most amazing crab-stuffed chile relleno. Then we dropped Randy back off at the house, and Manisha took me into Sante Fe, which is the second oldest town in the US (after St. Augustine, in Florida).  But since we hadn’t seen in each other in so long, sightseeing just took a back seat to all the catching up we had to do.  We sat in a beautiful cathedral, and talked.  We walked around the old streets, and the old town square, and talked.

     When we were in college, Manisha and I spent three weeks touring Europe together –the cheapest way possible.  So we had very long train rides together, and very long walks around places like Paris, Seville, Madrid and Florence.  We talked A LOT on that trip. And last Friday, it really was as if nothing much had changed.  We just picked up right where we had left off.  The sign of a true friend, I think.

     While I was in Santa Fe, Tim and the children went with the Koepers up into the mountains to chop down a Christmas tree.  There was snow there, apparently, which was really nice for the kids.  We don’t cope so well with the wonderful California weather, especially in the autumn or winter months. 
 
     Karl spoiled us by giving each child, plus Tim, a ride in his private plane.  The lovely Kelly, always in good form, also spoiled the younger girls by giving them a morning with the horses.  Eleanor, especially, was in heaven!
 
 

     On our trip we also got to see the fabulous Jemma and Rob Kennedy and co in Phoenix.  They always make us feel so welcome when we come, and we always have a blast.  This time it was a lovely ham dinner, a Downton Abbey fest, great conversation and chili scrambled eggs for brunch.    
Verity with Sophie and Emma Kennedy

The Kennedys and the Bleakleys - next generation
 
     This week, it was back to business as usual, except we have Christmas coming up, so it’s all go.  We are slowly but surely getting our Christmas presents purchased, and this week we got our tree and Christmas decorations put up.  Our living room has very high ceilings, so Tim and I developed some sort of delusion of grandeur and decided to get a big tree to go with our high ceilings.  I think the tree is about 9 feet high or so –beautiful, but, admittedly, rather expensive.
 
 
It's Christmas, even in California.

For the first time EVER, we have Christmas lights on our house!
 
Chopping the nuts for the Christmas cake
     And we have started our Christmas baking!  This weekend was the traditional making of the Christmas cake, with everyone involved, except Imogen got out of it this year with an irresistible invitation to go ice skating in the rather exclusive La Jolla.
Grating the nutmeg
 

    




Creaming the butter and sugar




I made my ‘traditional mincemeat’ – meaning, mincemeat made with real mince, as they did in Tutor times, and we also made our annual gingerbread Christmas tree ornamets.  On Friday we also had our annual viewing of A Christmas Story.  It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and the kids are so excited.
  
Tim does the annual wrapping of the cake in a brown paper bag

The cake - to be stored until Christmas!

Gingerbread ornaments for the tree

     Yesterday Georgie said to me, ‘I love everything about a lot of things, but especially everything about Christmas!’  A wonderful time of year.