Guys, I went to three Thanksgiving dinners this weekend. Three. And I cooked things for all of them, and none of them completely failed. It was a Thanksgiving miracle!
You already saw my pumpkin deviled eggs. My 2-year-old niece (she of cloth diaper fame) liked them so much that she ate the yolks out of two of them and proclaimed them to be “cake,” which I guess is a good thing.
I made candied yams and cake (actual cake) for one of them, and assisted with the turkey for the other. (And brought wine.) Here’s that beautiful bird, although most credit goes to my significant other. I was just the charming assistant who helped drink all the wine. (Somebody had to do it.)
Photo credit: Our friend Jen
And I also tried a corn casserole, although we didn’t use the evil casserole word. I kept calling it “corn… uh… stuff.” So that works, I guess.
Image from Pennies on a Platter (Not Penis on a Platter. That’s a different website entirely.)
This recipe is originally a Paula Deen one, so there’s an entire stick of butter in it. (Must be a pre-diabeetus Paula Deen recipe.) But when you put a stick of butter in something, it’s usually pretty fucking delicious.
This was no exception. Despite my failure to mix in the cornbread properly, it turned out lovely and was a big hit. In fact, it got eaten so fast that I forgot to snap a picture before it was half-gone. So you get the authentic Thanksgiving picture of the post-meal carnage.
I briefly considered putting in a cornhole joke here, but you guys are creative– make up your own.
I actually want to conclude by saying that I’m thankful for you. Without you all, I wouldn’t be living my dream… of fucking things up and making a living at it. Ok, sort of my dream. I never actually dreamt of making a living at fucking stuff up… probably because I didn’t realize it could be done! Anyway, thank you from the bottom of my overstuffed, butter-lubricated heart. Really, I appreciate you reading this little blog of mine so very, very much.
Now, onward to Santamas.
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You disappoint me by doing well.
I am drunk and now need corn casserole b/c of this.
My sister-in-law has been making this for years. Sadly I’m now allergic to corn, so I can only enjoy it through a wall of quarantine at the holidays.
I keep hearing the phrase “penis on a platter” to the tune of “Message in a Bottle” (By The Police) in my head.
I made this for Thanksgiving as well, no one, including me, liked it. it was way too dense
I made Sex in a Pan for Thanksgiving dessert and, despite making my teenage siblings giggle, was delish. Also, I cannot unsee “penis” instead of “pennies”.
I’ve seen Penis on a Platter. There are some things that cannot be unseen. Oh the joys of being a forum moderator…
I’m curious (and worried) to see what new website advertising results from the words ‘Paula Deen’, ‘cornhole’ and ‘butter-lubricated’ combined in the same blog post…
That’s what I’d call a pudding, not a casserole *shudder*. I make something similar with cornbread, creamed and regular corn, eggs and butter, but add a granny smith apple diced and browned in butter with cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, a few links of chicken apple sausage chopped and browned with a bit of diced onion and garlic, and a blorp of calvados or whisky or wine, whatever I’m in the mood for and grab first. And it’s a pudding, dammit. A fucking delicious pudding.
i went to a thanksgiving dinner and some asshole put potted meat in the deviled eggs…that should be criminal
butter lubrication?? my dream come true, sign me up! also, is that you holding your niece? just gorgeous!
I make something similar to this. Sadly mine has no butter. It must be inadequate and I must be a fuck up.
My mom calls the corn stuff “Skanky Brenda” because the woman she got the recipe from hit on my dad all the time… her name was Brenda, and then there is an adjective.
Cornholio!!!!
It’s my pleasure to read your blog. And I, too, am sorely disappointed by your successful Thanksgiving chow. I must now consider the possibility that I have surpassed the master at abject failure. Curses!
There needs to be a cornhole reference SIMPLY FOR THE FACT THAT THIS WORKED. Seriously.
Thankfully, all my family told me to bring was whipped cream and wine. With three cans of Reddi-Whip and two bottles of wine tucked under my arms, I felt that I should be leaving the kids in the car and heading to a frat party.
My mom made that dish a few times (delicious). She called it corn pudding.
I’ve made this recipe for 10 years or so after reading it in the newspaper one Christmas morning. Ran all over town to buy the ingredients that morning just to make it. It is always a hit with my family. Made it this year for Thanksgiving. There were 2 other corn casseroles at the dinner. Mine was vastly superior though.
We call this spoon bread. Maybe because it’s kind of like cornbread, but you have to eat it with a spoon?
This is one of my Go To Recipes for carry ins. My kids even love it. They don;t like that dreaded C word either so they call is Corny Corn Bread.
I had this at a potluck 15 years ago, got the recipe and loved it. The husband of the lady that brought the dish sidled up to me before the potluck and told me his wife made the corn casserole and he hated it….that was enough to get me to try it and form my own opinion. Pretty good stuff in my opinion.
My husband used to have this at his Thanksgivings growing up, and made me make it for Thanksgiving this year (despite my protests that it sounded disgusting–joke’s on me because it was actually quite good). He calls it “corn pudding,” though, like bread pudding I guess.
PS just found your blog a couple days ago and to give you a hint as to how much time I’ve spent reading it, I started from the current post that day and have worked my way backwards to this one so far. You’re my new favorite 🙂
Can I ask why you don’t use the word casserole?? It’s a perfectly good word!
We call it corn pudding. It’s a favorite of my entire family. I married into a family that is HUGE (the husband has 40 first cousins. On his mothers side alone) and southern. Thanksgiving involves at least 80 people. I made this stuff this year (only mine is a pampered chef recipe, not the Paula Deen one) and ended up with empty pans. Horray!
Taking your ‘whole stick of butter’ thing to heart, I went and unwrapped a stick of butter, then stuck it on a slice of bread. It was *vile*, and I *like* butter. So. That was a fail. Don’t worry, though, I will totally put sticks of butter in other things, not necessarily foods that one generally thinks of putting sticks of butter in, and I will keep everyone updated (next up: Tea!)
I am from Nebraska and we called food items like this casseroles. But I married a man from northern South Dakota and now live here. They would call this a hot-dish. So if you aren’t fond of the c-word (can you believe it’s an everyday word over in England?!? Oh, wait, wrong c-word…) use the term corn hot-dish. It is a family favorite.