…could be the title of a very adorable story about a lonely goose on Christmas.
But instead it is the title of this post, about our Christmas dinner—which was home-raised goose. (So maybe I need to order this book.)
This fall we butchered one of our geese, which had turned out to be a different breed than ordered. A much, much, noisier breed.
We offered it up for Christmas dinner at my grandmothers, and everyone seemed happily on board. My grandmother pulled out some books on traditional Christmas fixings and we pieced together a traditional, seasonal, menu.
In the end, we decided on:
- Roast goose
- Twice-baked potatoes
- Shaved brussel sprout salad
- Wild rice dressing
- Butternut squash crumble
- and figgy pudding (!) for dessert.
It was all delicious.
The mister brined it with oranges, cardamom, brown sugar and salt overnight. Christmas day he stuffed it with an oranges and parsley, and squeezed another orange over the skin. Then we roasted it at 400° for an hour covered and then another 40 minutes or so uncovered to brown the skin.
Looks amazing, right?
The Brussels sprout salad was my grandmother’s devise and was delicious. Shredded sprouts, grapes, apples, walnuts and a nice light dressing.
Almost Waldorf-esque.
The butternut crumble I made based on the recipe at White On Rice Couple. But, when gifting ran into overtime, I fashioned a quick crumble topping from italian bread crumbs, butter and pan-toasted walnuts.
And the wild rice dressing I created as a mash-up of two recipes, with some last minute edits when my chestnuts resembled wrinkly rocks. So, in essence I used this recipe from Saveur with pecans instead of chestnuts, and half the onions replaced by 2 leeks.
And the figgy pudding…have you ever looked it up?
It is, in essence, a cake—a spice cake or apple cake like dessert. I don’t know the recipe my grandmother used, but with caramel sauce and homemade whipped cream it was seriously, seriously, delicious.
It was a great meal and I was happy to play a role in it—and glad that my first taste of goose was delicious (not that I doubted the mister whatsoever).
Merry Christmas everyone!
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