This is a great time a year to be slaving over a hot stove. Of course, I think most times are great to be doing that, but autumn is particularly good.
Aside from quartering some chickens and saving all the parts, and even making dinner from some of them, I made some New Orleans-style pralines. Of course, "New Orleans style" is really a pretty loose description, considering that everybody there tends to have their own family recipe--and, of course, everybody's recipe is better than everybody else's.
But anybody who has spent some time there will know what I mean. I'm having some trouble deciding whether I should save some for my Mother, who is coming to visit, or just plan on making some more. It would be easy to do--I'd just have to get some more sugar and pecans. Maybe I'll just play it by ear.
Oh, and incidentally, the MackenzieMom visit at this rather unorthodox time of year is prompted by the fact that my swearing-in ceremony is a week from tomorrow. On that day, I'm officially a lawyer. Awesome.
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