The morning of Thanksgiving, I shot out of bed and started braising a duck, baking bread and rolling out tart dough. See my notes? I mapped out a cooking timeline so that I would stay on track. By 10 AM all the windows in our house were fogged up from so much cooking!
After Thanksgiving dinner, I cut loose with literally the tiniest shot of whisky (above). And then a regular sized shot of whiskey. I am wearing a shirt with John Travolta on it.
The next morning, caramel pecan tart for breakfast! Pie breakfasts are the best kind.
How sweet is this guy?
Black Friday Bunker day was a success! We amassed a collection of snacks, including a pile of pumpkin whoopie pies with maple marshmallow cream and a handsome charcuterie plate made from a collection of cured meats procured in Chicago the previous weekend. We lounged all day under blankets while watching The Millennium Trilogy.