So this year, I decided to make Thanksgiving dinner (like pretty much the whole enchilada). And as hard as it may be to believe, I have never once made a Thanksgiving dinner. I’ve made side dishes here and there, but never went all the way. When I started working in the professional kitchen, it was my time to take a break away from the kitchen on Thanksgiving. And before that, I guess I just never really had to or wanted to. As horrible as my mom’s cooking is, she was the one that always prepared Thanksgiving dinner.
Oh and I didn’t have a rack high enough for my turkey roasting pan, so I had to improvise and use some of the mirepoix for that extra elevation to ensure a crapload of turkey drippings for the gravy.
Some of the first Spanish words I've learned was from BL. She would speak to us in Spanish...my grandmother to her in Korean, and in Spanish with my parents (since they speak Spanish fluently). My brother (middle child) and I spoke to her in English. My youngest brother's (who BL raised from birth) first language was Spanish! And over the years, BL, my brothers, and I kind of developed our own trilingual language, a combination of Korean, English, and Spanish. It was our own language that only we understood. Others often looked upon us with puzzlement and amusement whenever they heard us conversing in our language.
Now with the yam....I actually wanted to make yam crème brulees. But I had used up all the cream with the bread pudding. Oh well. I kind of wanted to make something I can munch on during the day (with my coffee....on the days I do drink coffee lol). Yam bread sounded munchable and comforting. So that is what I went with. I think this is one of my fav breads.