Thursday, November 26, 2015

Smile For The Camera

Since today is Thanksgiving, it's my hope you're spending this day eating and laughing with people you love.  Although my two oldest chickadees won't be in New Jersey this year, they will definitely be in my heart and on my mind. This is the first time, ever, that we haven't been together on Turkey Day and it's made me nostalgic.  I've been going through stacks of old pictures and they've made me smile and a tad bit verklempt. Popular opinion is that you should take a short walk after eating on Thanksgiving , so why don't you join me for one down memory lane?
Here's a picture from the first Thanksgiving Dinner I ever did on my own. I was just out of college and living in Dallas.  To say it turned out "meh" would be a generous compliment. It was a mess. Although Graham looks as unflappable as ever, I was all over the place and having a hard time organizing things. Case in point? Notice the box of detergent on the same counter as raw pie dough. Yeah- nothing says love like giving your boyfriend phosphate poisoning.
Fast forward to 1995. We're now married and living in Denver with our baby girl. My sister, Christi, was kind enough to invite us over to her house to celebrate. Dinner for four adults and four littles under the age of six and she looks as cool as a cucumber. I mean really, look at her attention to detail! Fresh flowers, coordinated candles, AND an olive plate?? That's skill, ladies.
Here we are in Dallas in 1997, celebrating with my in-laws, Mary and Gene. We now have a toddler boy, a girl in kindergarten and I am in my full Meg Ryan hair mode. The best part of this picture is my sweet little assistant- all of 5 years old and already wanting to help out.
 Speaking of helping out, how cute is this little guy? They say the overalls make the man. I completely agree.
By the time we moved to Austin, we were lucky enough to have more family living close by. Not only did my parents live in town, my youngest sister and her family were in Waco -less than a 2 hour car ride away. It was 2009 and Avery and Reese were in charge of getting the rolls ready for the oven. They definitely took their job seriously.
 That was also the year my nephew Tim-O was going to college in Dallas, so we  kidnapped him for the weekend. He was looking too skinny for my taste, so I did my best to fatten him up- I gave it my undivided attention. I think he told me I was able to put 7 pounds on him before he had to get back to school. I'm not sure why that still makes me proud, but it does.
Flash forward to 2013- now we have even more food,
even more cousins, and....
even more football. I can't really explain why football and cousins go together - all I know is it just does.
Here's the last picture I want share with you and it's one of my favorites. It's from last year and both sides of my family were able to make it to my house for Thanksgiving. Through careful planning and a little bit of smooshing, we were able to fit all 17 people around the table. Sitting at the end, I had a clear view of my entire crew. It was a wonderful day.

 And that's my wish for you- that you have a truly wonderful day, surrounded by food, family, and friends. Just do me a favor, if you're making the pies this year, make sure to keep your laundry detergent out of the kitchen.






Tuesday, November 24, 2015

I'm Staking A Claim

One of my favorite bloggers, Shay from Mix and Match Mama, once did a post called "Owning It- Claiming the Crazy". It was a segment where she talked about all the honest and quirky things that made her uniquely who she is. It was delightful and funny to read. So as an homage to Shay, and because if anyone has quirky- it's me, here's my own version of Owning It. And don't worry, I'm definitely claiming my crazy.
1. I have a secret talent.
Try not to be jealous, but I can tie a pair of shoelaces with my toes- that's right, as in no hands. I'm not quite sure of when I actually realized I had this super power, all I know is it's come in handy on more than one occasion. During college, it allowed me to win enough bets that Cis and I knew the Taco Bueno menu by heart. I still miss those bean burritos - they were 89 cent perfection.

2. I will not eat anything that has even one speck of Cilantro in it.
Why is it that everyone loves cilantro? I just don't get it. I think it tastes like soap and I can tell if there's a single leaf in any dish served to me. Blech! Listen, I'm not a picky eater. I've eaten Rocky Mountain Oysters, haggis, and kimchi without missing a beat. But cilantro? Nope. Not happening. Not here. Not now. Not ever.

3. I am terrible with driving directions.
I am literally convinced Google Maps was made just for me. I have never been able to figure out how people can drive with directions like, "Turn North as you leave the intersection." Or, "Head West towards the airport." They might as well be speaking in Russian to me. I need specifics to get from point A to point B. I need something concrete like "Turn left at McDonalds." Now that's what I call directions.

4. I always make way too much cookies and candy at Christmastime.
I don't know why I have this compulsion, I know I just do. I eagerly look forward to the whole process each year. I like finding new candy recipes, buying the cute containers to put things in, figuring out which Christmas music to play while we're making everything. It's all good to me. In case you're still not sure what I mean when I say "too much", this is what I made from last year.  8 pounds of fudge, 6 pounds of peanut brittle, 6 dozen decorated sugar cookies, 3 dozen decorated gingerbread cookies, 5 dozen chocolate dipped peppermint sticks, and 4 pounds of peppermint bark.  I know, right? It's crazy, but at least I'm claiming it.

5. I once bleached a blond streak in my hair.
That doesn't seem too crazy, right? Except for this. I did it myself. And, employing all of my 18 year old logic, I used Sally Hansen Extra Strength Facial Hair Bleach to do the job. I did not allow the fact that it took me 5 applications to deter me from my task. I was determined to get that gorgeous blond tress. In the end, I was left with what was best described by my sweet Nanny.
Here she is. You can almost imagine her, looking at me with confusion and maybe a little bit of pity, saying "Well my goodness, Cindy Lou. Isn't that something? Did you mean for it to end up looking like a skunk?"

6. I am a master at accents.
I'm not talking about the stuff you might use to add a little somethin' somethin' to your dining room. I'm talking about the way people sound.  I can copy almost anyone's accent within 20 minutes or so of listening to them talk. Right now, I am killing it at almost anything Jersey or Long Island. The hardest part for me is not "slipping" into an accent by mistake. The last thing I would ever want to do is offend someone by appearing to make fun of them. That is never my intention, so I have to be careful.  It's just that I find accents so much fun to "try on".

7. I hate manicures and pedicures.
Do you remember that song from Sesame Street? The one that went, "One of these things is not like the others, one of these things just doesn't belong"?  Whelp, that's me in this group of lovely ladies. These girls all love getting their nails done. I, on the other hand, can think of nothing less relaxing than having someone pick at the cuticles of my hands and feet. Yes, I've tried it and no, I don't like it. I'll go and sit with you. I'll keep you company, but ain't nobody messing with my nails.


So there you have it- all my crazy conveniently located in one place for you. I hope I haven't scared you off.  Honestly, I'm basically harmless. But be careful around Christmas, because despite my best intentions, I have been known to accidentally throw a few people into a sugar coma. 










Thursday, November 19, 2015

And That's A Good Thing

The fault rests squarely on Martha Stewart and her weekly television show. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was early November, and I was watching her on TV while trying to burp Baby Graham. Martha was showing all the different ways to make the holiday season full of "Good Things". I  like good things, I thought to myself.  She had my undivided attention. It was at this point Baby Graham finally decided to bestow upon me a burp that would have impressed a truck driver, so I put him back in the swing. As I sat there on the couch, Martha started talking about gingerbread houses and how it was "details like this that create warm family memories". I  like warm family memories, I thought to myself. I was all in.
Here's a picture of the first gingerbread house I ever made. I used 4 boxes of gingerbread mix, made my own pattern, cut out the dough, baked, cooled, and assembled it by myself- all while dodging 4 kiddos in my kitchen. I carefully piped it with royal icing and placed it on a platter with rock salt, just like Martha said, so it would look like it was "sitting in the snow". This house was to be my ultimate swan song. In over 10 years, this baby is the first and last time my joy of all things ginger was focused on just one house. 
Case in point. The following year, I decided to let the big kids make their own gingerbread houses. This time, I used 7 boxes of gingerbread mix (thank you Wal-Mart for buying in bulk!) and let each kiddo decide what shape house they wanted. Again, I made the patterns, cut out the dough, baked, assembled... well, you get the idea. The kids were focused and attentive. Okay, maybe 2 out of 3 were focused and attentive, but everything was going swimmingly until disaster struck. While moving the completed houses to the tall counter so everyone could see them, Reagan dropped his and the front wall broke off. Not good.
We just stood there staring at it for a few minutes, when my darling, keen witted daughter came to the rescue. Her eyes lit up and, putting her arm around him, she said, "Oh my gosh! Look, Reagan! Your gingerbread house is the perfect manger for Baby Jesus and Mary!" I could have kissed that girl- and I probably did. My little man went from heartbroken to busting his buttons in no time flat.
After we moved to Austin, we were lucky enough to have my brother, Ted, and his crew in town for Christmas. Here's a picture of the first year I roped them into making houses with us. I'm sure, by now, you're beginning to notice a distinct lack of self control on my part. This was the year I used 10 boxes of gingerbread mix. 
Can you tell whose is whose? You know what they say. More is always better when it comes to candy.
I eventually even dragged my sweet parents into my crazy gingerbread addiction. At this point, I'm up to 12 boxes of gingerbread mix. I convinced myself I wasn't out of control because I was limiting myself to only 6 house and two shapes- tall and skinny or short and fat. How's that for crazy logic?
As you can probably see, my red headed kid is all about anything gummy. Worms, fish, rings- it makes no difference to him. Just do me a favor and don't tell his orthodontist. There's only so much you can ask of a kid during Christmas time.
And speaking of the red headed kid, here's my crew from last year in all their decorating glory. To my ultimate dismay, the days got away from me this time around and, *gasp* I broke down and bought pre-made gingerbread houses. Listen, sometimes when the going gets rough, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I'm not saying I liked it, but no one else seemed upset.
I mean, look at those lovable faces. They don't seem to be scarred by my lack of time management skills. In fact, they look as cute as ever. This was the first year Graham (Version 1.0) decided to give out individual awards for each house. There was the "Most Likely To Be In A Selfie" Award, the "Best Use of Candy" Award, etc.  But my favorite award was the one that went to Reagan- the "Most Likely To Be Eaten By A Dog" Award. I'm pretty sure Martha would not be impressed, be that's what I call a warm family memory. 


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Thanksgiving Dinner 101

My Gramps used to always tell me, "It ain't bragging if it's the truth." So I'm not bragging when I say, after being in charge of Thanksgiving dinner for over 20 years, I'm basically a boss at it. It's something I've mastered through trial and error and here's the thing- it's not rocket science. If you want to be involved in the fun of this holiday, and not just stuck in the kitchen, the key is going to be time management. You need to work smarter, not harder. I have served Thanksgiving dinner for up to 21 guests, but the hardest one I ever tackled was the year it was just Graham and me. Why? Because I didn't have a plan. I was trying to wing it - no pun intended.  You, my dears, do not have to wing it. You, too, can be your own Turkey Day Boss. I'm going to give you the inside scoop on how to make this meal as yummy and as stress free as possible. Cause you're cute and I'm awesome like that.
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Here's the timeline I follow every year. I've also linked up any pages you might need along the way to save you time and effort.

One week before Thanksgiving
* Call your friends and family to make sure you have a hard number for dinner. Say "Yes, thank you", if they offer to bring something, but make it specific. Wine is always an easy option for your out of town guests, but if they have a family favorite they want to bring instead, say yes! That's invariably going to be one of the best things on the table.
* Plan out your menu and make out your grocery list. Complete your grocery shopping. As far as how much to buy, I always use this guide from Whole Foods and it has never steered me wrong. It's a bit heavy on the wine recommendation, but I've never had anyone complain. I'll leave that part up to your discretion.
How much to serve at Thanksgiving Dinner:
* Hit Costco and load up on napkins, paper plates, plastic cups, and heavy plastic silverware. It's always better to have it on hand and not need it, than the other way around.

Four days before Thanksgiving
*Clean the house. If you have boys like me, DEEP clean all the bathrooms.
*Iron any table linens if you're using them. Decorate and set the dining room table- including any place cards, stemware or silver. Break out all the "good china" and "fancy stuff" you've been saving for special occasions. Don't worry about making it look all Martha Stewart. She won't notice - she wasn't even invited.
Rosemary place card holders:
I love the idea of these place cards- simple but darling!
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And how easy would this be? Just a bunch of candles and pumpkins from Wal-Mart, but it looks like a million bucks.

Two days before Thanksgiving
*Chill any beverages you'll be serving. In our house, I keep it simple. I serve wine, lemonade, water and Welch's Sparkling Grape Juice at dinner. We mark every special occasion in our house with Welch's. Bubbles just seem to make everything feel more swanky.

One day before Thanksgiving
*Make any dessert or pie you may be serving. For us, this will include GrandMary's Chocolate chip pie, pumpkin pie, and these pecan pie bars from  the Mix and Match Mama.
The great thing about these bars is they actually taste better than the pie.  A cinch to make and serve, it'll become a regular on your Thanksgiving Day table- I promise!

*Put all pickles, olives, butter, and cranberry sauce in their serving dishes. Cover them with plastic wrap so they're all ready to go when you need them. That way, tomorrow, all you have to do is uncover them and put them on the table.
*Clean and prep your turkey, place it in a roasting pan, and cover with foil. Put it back in the fridge. Last year, instead of cooking my turkey the traditional way, I tried spatchcocking it and I'm never going back to the old way again. This is what the term "spatchcock" means:
Spatchcocked Roast Turkey
It's a method of cooking a turkey where you remove the back bone and cook the turkey flat. It roasts in half the normal time -win! But the real kicker is the dark meat and the white meat are perfectly cooked and ready to serve at exactly the same time. I admit, I was a skeptic at first, but hand to God, it's the truth. You have to try this.

* Make your Make Ahead Mashed Potatoes (these are the best!) and Campbell's Green Bean Casserole (making sure to leave the fried onions off until you pop them in the oven tomorrow).
*Have your sweet husband or teenager swing by the grocery store after work and pick up some rolls from the bakery. The amount is up to you, but I usually start with 6 dozen. I know this seems crazy, but in all the years I've done this, I've never- not once- had to throw away a single roll. I'm not sure what that says about my family in particular, but I'm pretty sure it's not good.

Thanksgiving Day
We usually eat around 3pm in the afternoon, because this gives me the most flexibility to serve everything when the turkey is ready. If you like to eat later than that, just bump up the times by a few hours and you should be fine.
*Preheat your oven first thing in the morning.
*Have the kiddos do a quick scan and pick up of the house. If you have boys, make sure you check to see that the bathrooms are still clean. Do not trust their sweet faces when they say everything looks fine. I'll spare you the details, but trust me when I say some of my extended family members may never be the same.
*Cook the bird.
*Put the butter, cranberry sauce, etc. on the table.
*Cook the sides.
*Pop the wine, turn on the game, and begin gabbing.
*When everything's ready, have people grab their plate and serve themselves in the kitchen.  This way, they can pick and choose for themselves, what they want, before heading into the dining room. Once everyone's seated, say the blessing, pop open the Welch's and let the festivities begin.


Whew! I had no idea this post would end up being so long! If you're still reading this, thanks for hanging in there. You've shown you definitely have the stamina to pull a Thanksgiving Dinner together. And if, on the big day, your energy begins to wane and you're afraid you can't make it to the finish line? Give me a call. I'm sure I'll have an extra roll on hand to help you carbo load.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

You Say Tomato, I Say Tomahto

My in-laws flew into town last week for a quick visit. They were hoping to time their stay so they could catch a glimpse of the changing leaves. Luckily for us, they made it with just days to spare. After weeks of leaves floating to the ground here and there, lately, they've begun dropping in earnest. As a matter of fact, the minute we drove Mary and Gene back to the airport on Sunday, every leaf in my yard began channeling its inner Greg Louganis and started swan diving off my trees. We now have piles and piles of leafage everywhere except on the trees themselves.

But while Mary and Gene were in town, we wanted to show them something more than just the foliage. The ladies in the accounting department at Graham's work suggested we check out the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia. FYI here- despite how it's spelled, it's pronounced "Redding", not "Reading". Don't ask me why- it just is what it is. Anyway, they couldn't say enough good things about how cool this market was and how it was the one place out of town visitors had to see to believe. So we put on our walking shoes, piled everyone in the van and went to check it out.  
The drive in from Jersey turned out to be a cake walk. So much easier than I had envisioned. There's even garage parking provided for you- located literally across the street from Reading Terminal. Make sure to get your ticket validated by a merchant at the market, and it'll only cost you $4 to park. That's a serious bargain, folks!  Here's the first thing I saw when we walked in- these boxes of fresh flowers. For the record, I did not boost the color on this picture to make it more vivid. This is exactly how they looked. Gor-gee-ous.
Then there was this vendor, tucked away in a corner by the front door. It's no secret I'm a superfan of all things fromage, but even so, I had a full brain stall at this particular counter. It looked and smelled like something out of a dream. When I start thinking $24 a pound for cheese is a good idea, you know things have gotten serious.
 They also had case after case of beautiful seafood - oysters, dungeness crab, clams, squid, and salmon. You name it, they had it. Although, you can probably tell by the look on Gene's face, the dungeness crab wasn't what you'd call a bargain. They were asking $15 a pound, in the shell. Not exactly pocket change when you consider, in one sitting, my crew puts away about 4 pounds of crab- each.
 There was also this candy counter with a huge array of truffles, fudge, and cookies. I don't know who Hope is, but if her cookies taste as good as they look, you can count me in.
 Then we walked past this shop - a place with buckets of homemade ice cream. Before I could even warn Gene, the red headed kiddo had already used his uncanny power of persuasion on him.  Somehow, he convinced Gene they both needed a scoop of cookie dough ice cream to keep up their strength while we walked around the market. For a kid who just got busted pulling a fast one, I'd say he doesn't look very contrite.
 Free range chicken, anyone?
 And finally, here is Mary and my boys scoping out the local produce. I'm not gonna lie, some of these fruit and vegetables were crazy expensive, but others were a bargain. It was kinda hit or miss.  Here's the thing, though- look at how incredibly beautiful it all is. If this picture doesn't make you want to eat your vegetables, I'm not sure what will.

 Bottom line? It doesn't really matter if you pronounce it tomato or tomahto, or Redding or Reading. It also makes no difference if you have out of town guests or if it's just a trek with your own crew, this market in Philly is definitely worth the visit.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

File That Under DIY

Slowly, but surely, most of the rooms in our new home are beginning to feel like they're almost "done". Some of these rooms have been harder to work with than others- Graham's office being one of them. There's been a spot in there that I've left blank for months because I haven't been quite sure what to put there. Thanks to Pinterest, though, I think I may have finally found the answer. It's what they call a card catalog cabinet. It's a chest of drawers that has that 1920's, Museum of Natural History, Indiana Jones kinda vibe that I'm loving right now. If that description didn't help you much, here's a picture of what I'm trying to say.
Isn't this incredible? I love how this piece of furniture strikes that magic balance of masculine and functional with beautiful. Unfortunately for me, it seems I'm not alone in loving this type of chest. I found this identical cabinet on etsy. It's definitely, exactly, what I want. It's also definitely, exactly what I can't afford. This cabinet, even though it needs work, would run me a cool $1600. That is nowhere near what I can spend when we have two kiddos in college. I was bemoaning this fact to Graham when he suggested we go check out our local ReStore shop. He thought we might have better luck finding something similar, but more affordable, there. Spoiler alert- he was right.

 For those of you who may not have heard of a ReStore before, it's run by Habitat For Humanity and their website describes it best : 

ReStores are nonprofit home improvement stores and donation centers that sell new and gently used furniture, appliances, home accessories, building materials and more to the public at a fraction of the retail price.

ReStore sells whatever is donated as it comes in, so you never really know what they might have on hand.  It's always an adventure. Case in point, look at the picture above. Yes, those are my boys standing on a forklift. And yes, it is for sale. Despite a strong effort on the boys' part to convince me otherwise, we did not bring this home with us. To say Graham (Version 2.0) was bummed out would be an understatement, because according to him,"every kid in the world would love one of these, Mom".

On this particular Saturday, here's some of the good stuff we saw. Tucked away in the lamp section, they had these brand new outdoor clocks that measured temperature and humidity. Very Restoration Hardware. Not a nick or scratch to be found anywhere but on the boxes. Even Wal-Mart couldn't compete with the price on these babies.
Back with all the construction supplies, they had this assortment of brand new LED light bulbs- every size you could imagine at a SERIOUS fraction of the cost. I think the most expensive one I saw was $3.00.
 They also had about a dozen of these huge sliding pocket doors. I made Graham stand next to them so you could get an idea of how massive they were (Graham is 6'5"!). They were made of solid wood, weighed a ton, and they were gor-gee-ous. I must have stood there for more than 10 minutes trying to think of a reason to bring them home with me, but in the end, I had to leave them behind.
Another great find? These stacks of mirrors. Look at all these boxes- they still have the shrink wrap from the factory on them. They were round with a dark wood frame and about the size of a small breakfast table. $60 each- an absolute steal.
We were almost done walking through the store, when I happened to bump into this unassuming chest of drawers. Can you see what I saw, looking at it? Imagine this dresser stained a little darker, with card catalog handles instead of those wooden knobs. This could be exactly what I was looking for! It was in good shape -made of heavy, solid wood, with only a few bumps and scratches. That was the good news. But there was no price tag on it. That was not good news. 
Enter this nice gentleman to save the day. His name is Terence. Not only did he track down the price for me, he also loaded that big chest of drawers onto this dolly and hauled it out to the parking lot for me. He and Graham (Version 1.0) were able to load it into our truck in no time flat. ReStore is lucky to have an employee like Terence, and that's the truth. He's an absolute keeper. 

 Keep an eye out for my upcoming DIY blog where I show you how I turned this dresser into the card catalog cabinet of my dreams. I promise it'll be coming soon and you won't be disappointed. As for the smoking pistol question- how much did I pay for that dresser? Was it worth the drive down to the ReStore? I guess I would have to say yes. After all, it only cost me $30.00.

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Everything's Better With Butter

 We've already established how much I adore November and, how, in my humble opinion, it ushers in the best meal of the year- Thanksgiving dinner. But let's get down to business, shall we? One of things I love most about this dinner is the sheer volume of food choices you're afforded in a single setting. It's like having your own personal Luby's Cafeteria for the day. You have the fancy schmancy eats, like sweet potato casserole with roasted marshmallows on top. You have the stock standards- green beans, mashed potatoes, and rolls. But we all know who the star of this show is, and it ain't the turkey. It's the pie. It's always about the pie. In our family, there's one type of pie in particular that steals the show every time- GrandMary's Chocolate Chip Pie.
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I first tasted this pie when Graham and I were dating in college. His mother used to make it for special occasions and for her boys' birthdays instead of cake -it was that good.  In honor of Thanksgiving, and knowing y'all will be making pies in the near future, I thought I'd share this recipe with you. It comes together in a snap and is flat out delicious. My mom was in town for a visit last week, so I drafted her as my sous chef to show you how it's done. As always, no worries, the recipe is provided at the end of this post. So grab your apron and preheat that oven, cause here we go.
Here's everything you'll need to make this baby. I use store bought pie crust, because it cuts down on the prep time and, honestly, it turns out so much better than any crust I've ever been able to make on my own. Mine always seem to turn out "meh", despite my best efforts. So to all you pie crust ninjas out there,  please share your secret of success with me. *nudge, nudge* I'm talkin' to you, Vanessa, but no pressure :-)
Have your sweet mother arrange the uncooked dough in a pie tin while on her vacation. Set it aside and tell her again how much you love her.
In a separate bowl, crack two eggs. Beat these until they are light and fluffy.
Add the flour, white sugar, and brown sugar.
 Mixing again until everything is combined.
 Stir  in the melted, cooled butter. Just a few quick notes here. Make sure that butter is completely cool or it will melt the chocolate chips before their time. Also, in a pinch, you can substitute stick margarine for the butter in this recipe, but I would try to avoid it. I think it changes the texture of this pie and makes the filling settle a little wonky. Don't get me wrong, it'll still taste incredible, but use butter if you can.  
 Once the butter is completely blended in, add your chopped pecans.
Add your chocolate chips.
 Continue mixing until thoroughly incorporated. Look at all that yummy goodness. It's usually at this point in the recipe where I begin to seriously consider scrapping the whole pie idea. It takes everything I have to keep from grabbing the nearest spoon and calling it a day. Do your best to resist the temptation here ladies, we're almost done.
Scoop everything into an unbaked pie shell. 
 Smooth it out evenly and pop it into an oven preheated to 325 degrees. Bake for 60 minutes. 
Here's the finished product, right out of the oven and cooled off a bit. My crew likes to eat this pie with ice cream, while it's still warm, but it's equally scrumptious ice cold, straight from the fridge. Don't ask me how I know that, I just do. 
Now go stock up on that butter. With Turkey Day right around the corner, you're gonna need it. 
Here's that recipe I promised you.