There was some sacrilege in the Bryant house on Thanksgiving Day.
I mean, for the most part, we followed Thanksgiving tradition and expectations as we should.
Matty B and I “turkey trotted” (sans J Man because it was 27 degrees outside.)
Matty B made his classic pumpkin pie (isn’t it perfect?)
I even attempted the cornucopia veggie tray we talked about last week.
Isn’t it beautiful?
But then I mixed things up a little bit.
See, I’ve been obsessed with lemon recently. Most other old people are as well and ever since my birthday, I’ve completely bought into the stereotype.
And I typically make apple pie, but we’ve already had apple pie a couple of times this season and it’s a pretty heavy dessert and after a plate like this…
…something light was in order.
So I made lemon cream puffs. They were amazing.
I made the lemon curd the day before so that it would have plenty of time to chill. Then, while everyone else was in a food coma, watching the Packers get beat down (sorry, Papa), I made the puffs and whipped the cream into the curd.
After a meal of carbs, these were light and delicious.
Initially, when I planned to play hooky on the apple pie, I felt a little guilty. Apple pie was grandma’s thing and now it’s my thing. We can’t forget grandma!
Good news: cream puffs were also grandma’s thing. All is well.