Friday, the Day After
Sleepy from turkey, the house was quiet when I got up and contemplated breakfast. Not sure I wanted to plunge right away into turkey sandwiches, I surveyed the fridge and hatched a post-Thanksgiving leftover plan. We had some leftover butternut squash soup - in went the remaining pumpkin from the pies and some leftover cream. We had a pineapple leftover from the fruit themed party we had thrown last week - under the knife it went. We had, of course, leftover turkey and some cheese from the casseroles, a wee bit more pumpkin, and one hunk of thawed pie crust - voila! Thanksgiving Miracle Quiche. Your guests think you're a genius when you pull it out of the oven. Or perhaps it's their gluttonous stupor...
Thanksgiving Miracle QuicheAfter brunch, we prepared for some errands in Alloa and when we left we discovered that the hills (the Ochils) were covered in snow. We'd only managed a few rain/snow showers in Clackmannan and nothing had stuck so far. The hills were gorgeous. We ran the few errands we needed to quickly and then I drove toward the hills with a coffee shop stop planned as a bit of surprise.
One pie crust
Whisk 5 eggs &
1/4
cup to 1/2 cup milk or cream
add handful of cheese and
a tablespoon or two of (cooked) pumpkin
spice to taste - mixed
herbs, salt, pepper, paprika, cayenne
Layer turkey, green beans (or
whatever veg you have), steamed leeks or sauteed onions into pie crust and
pour egg mixture over it.
Bake at 350 for about 30 minutes.
When we arrived in Tillicoultry at a crossroads, the hills were directly in front of us and coffee shop options, all nice, were either to the right or left. After a quick, choose your fate, vote right or left we headed right. It was a divine choice. After Nana stopped panicking as the snow and slush grew heavier on the sides of the road and some on the road I think even she enjoyed the incredible scenery. I hadn't realized the road would grow steadily higher on our way to Glendevon through Dollar and yet it did and we were quickly in a winter wonderland. Hills and valleys stretched out on both sides of us and were blanketed in a good covering of snow. I got us safely to the Tormaukin Inn in Glendevon - a tiny hotel outpost with a warm pub/restaurant tucked in the hills - and we trampled through the slush toward the fire. It was the perfect stop to enjoy the change in weather.
Afterwards we shopped some in Alva right at the other end of the Hillfoots in the mill shops there and Scott watched a short history of the "wee" county of Clackmannanshire and its history of industry including coal and textiles. For dinner it was lots of casserole leftovers, a failed attempt at lighting a British Christmas pudding, and then a video'ed interview of Nana and her life. Nana and I then crawled on her bed and tried to solve the world's problems. Somewhere in the evening, I even managed to address my newsletters. Someone's gotta work around here...
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