Chocolate truffles. Cheesy croque-monsieurs. Buttery mashed potatoes. Macaroni and cheese (for two meals in one day). Okay, so my holiday diet hasn't been what you might call stellar. But didn't I read somewhere that laughing burns calories? Boy do I hope that's true, because it might help even things out. This holiday was big―as in, Brady-Bunch-style big, Times-Square-style big, opening-ceremonies-of-the-Olympics-style big―and very boisterous. Five days, four generations, three rowdy brothers, two barking dogs, and one green pine tree dressed up in its finest.
Of course there was cooking, two days of it: butternut squash soup, cornish hens in a balsamic glaze, broccolini with garlic and lemon, prime rib au jus, and those aforementioned mashed potatoes, which turned into a very amusing group effort and resulted in one bent potato masher. But I don't want to talk about any of that; I'd rather tell you about something earthy and wholesome, like this dish, which is the kind of simple fare I go for when everything else seems too rich.