So many of you are writing food posts about Thanksgiving that the peer pressure is getting to me. I can’t cook, but I make up for that with *enthusiasm.
But we did make a strawberry sorbet once. I bought a sleek mixie and strawberries. TB took out the ice-cubes from the freezer and put them into the mixie, along with chopped strawberries. We are still arguing about who turned on the switch.
For all of those who cook, here’s a tip from me mum-in-law: “Butter makes everything so classy, na?” (Yes ma, now I can take my popcorn to the opera.)
*I ate up a caramel custard enough for three the second time I went to TB’s place. Two days later, I was embarrassed to realise I may have taken his mother’s words, “This has your name written on it” literally. Three years later, I brought it up in a ha-ha kind of way, and TB assured me that Ma had made the entire thing for me. The smaller cups were for everyone else.