Dinner is still hours away, and I have already burned my tongue. Burned it real bad, on fresh fudge- at about 200 degrees. whoops.
So the day started off with some eggs benedict, a holiday staple in my house. Shortly thereafter, we began the food preparation.
Dessert 1: Peanut Butter Pie with a layer of Chocolate Fudge.
Do you see where this is going?
So we made the fudge no problem, it was pretty easy. Then we made a a graham cracker pie crust, and poured the chocolate fudge on top to form the bottom layer. Carrying the pot and thermometer over to the sink, I could see a big glob a yummy shiny sticky fudge about to fall to the floor. To save some extra mess from the kitchen floor, I caught the fudge on my finger. Looking at it, I thought to myself, "Oh, Chocolate!" As I lifted my finger to my mouth, I realized, the thermometer still read over 200 degrees. Too late. oops. Words of wisdom... don't do what I just did!
Minutes later, my sister did the same thing. Sometimes, we aren't the sharpest tools in the shed.
So, then we whipped up the peanut butter filling... and let me just tell you, it's like eating peanut butter on a fluffy cloud in heaven. Yes, that good.
Still in the works:
Watergate salad resting in the fridge. (which is seriously one of the weirdest Thanksgiving dishes ever. But, my sister really loves making it, so... yeah)
Cornbread stuffing with sausage, currently in progress.
Brisket is smoking, turkey waiting to be fried.
Next up:
Pumpkin spice cake. yum.
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