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Thanksgiving Casseroles: WWJD?

October 6th, 2007

Tonight Husband and I are attending our big family Thanksgiving dinner in White Rock.  I have been assigned the duty of bringing the cauliflower, broccoli and cheese casserole for thirty people, which I am quite nervous about.  This is no minor duty.  Considered king of the side dishes (possibly second to stuffing, but only possibly), if I mess it up, I might as well get a new family.  I have been researching the properties of cheeses and milk fats and the varieties of mornay sauces (bechamel with cheese) and have found a recipe I think will work.  It mixes sharp cheddar for flavour with monterey jack for creaminess, in the traditional milk and flour and butter white sauce.  Add a little cayenne and dry mustard for bite, and a buttered bread crumb topping, and you have one bitchin casserole.

All that is left is to sort out the cooking.  With two turkeys and a ham, there will not be room in the oven for my casseroles at the party house, so I have to bring them hot.  Or mostly hot.  I could probably grab fifteen or twenty minutes of oven after the birds come out and while they are resting.  I think I’ll cook my casseroles through, then swaddle the dishes in towels for the drive to White Rock, and apply crumb topping for the final blast once we arrive.  I just hope the fats don’t separate.  You know how creamy sauces can break.

In furtherance of this plan, I went shopping this morning.   I arrived at Safeway to find the wreckage of the pre-Thanksgiving shopping blitz: haggard, anxious looking shoppers wandering around the produce section and squabbling over only a few remaining cauliflowers, a handful of broccoli bunches, and about four lonely little Brussels sprouts in a big, empty tray.  I  sized up the scene, and then distracted my competition by screaming, “Look!  Thawed turkeys!” while pointing towards the meat department – and while they sprinted for the goods, I scooped up the cauliflower and broccoli and scuttled off in search of cheese.  Let it never be said that I am too good for deception.