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Hi Reader, Come on, 'fess up. You think that stuffing is the star of Thanksgiving dinner. I know I certainly do. Sure, turkey is great. Smothered in gravy, it's even better. But it's the carb-loading of stuffing that makes me oh so happy on Turkey Day. I love it so much that in my cookbook, The New Portuguese Table, I offer up two stuffings for Thanksgiving. You'll find both at the bottom of this newsletter. Also, some of you were asking more about turkey stock. Here's a video I made a few years ago. I didn't have a recipe. I bought some turkey necks and chicken gizzards and tossed in stuff from the fridge and pantry. A great stock is really that easy. My Best Thanksgiving
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Hi Reader, Every Fourth, the brisket gets the glory. The ribs get the photos. Someone stands over the grill all afternoon getting clapped on the back like they invented fire.And then the meal happens, and what people actually go back for three times is the potato salad.I have watched this play out at my own table for years. The main goes fast, sure. But the bowl that scrapes clean, the one someone asks you to text the recipe for on Monday, is almost always a side.This year the supporting cast...
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