Dinner last night was a second thanksgiving meal, but turkey-less this time.
My friend made rack(s) of lamb crusted with mustard, garlic, and herbs as the centerpiece, accompanied by the usual sides of mashed potatoes (2 kinds: butter & olive oil), roasted Brussels sprouts, zaatar-roasted carrots, sausage stuffing (Ina Garten), white gravy, and an endive and celery leaf salad to cut through the richness of everything else.
Dessert was the NYT recipe for self-saucing chocolate cake, prepared by my friend’s 15yo.
We started with some of the beet-cured gravlax I made, but my friend’s husband loves it for breakfast so insisted we put it away and eat it for the day-after breakfast 
Still, everyone snuck a few pieces between my slicing it and it being packed up and put away.
The lamb was wonderful, as were the vegetables. The cake was delicious, I’ll have to try making it myself soon.
It was quite lovely to be a guest for a change, and sit and chat and watch and be taken care of instead of doing much of the heavy lifting myself. (I did help serve and clear up, of course, but that’s basic minimum engagement.)
