There’s a pair of roommates in West Philadelphia who are going to host a traditional Thanksgiving dinner for four parents, one aunt and one uncle, a sister, a brother-in-law, two resident cats and a visiting corgi. One of the roommates can’t tell the difference between a kiwi and an avocado and the other one wouldn’t go within 10 feet of a turkey if her life depended on it. Sounds like fun.
On the plus side, it’s not my business to wonder where enough plates, chairs and big spoons will come from. On the super plus plus side, this is my chance to reintroduce the Martha Stewart Double Raisin Pie with the crust made out of lovely, flaky pate brisee. The drips that I usually hang around with reject raisin pie – in fact, raisins in general – completely so I will be glad to have some new blood to indoctrinate into the cult of hot and juicy raisins.