[This post may not fit in with your so-called dietary resolutions. If you've already given them up, welcome aboard. The way I see it, this is exactly the time of year where you don't deprive yourself of good things to eat, things that go deep into your belly and suffuse a warmth that's lacking in the cold season. This creation is a twist on the provençal pissaladère. Purists will note the omission of anchovies, but it wasn't on purpose. This tart is invariably flexible and forgiving. Cheese. Anchovies. More herbs. Roasted veg. Go for it. Just be sure to serve it with a winter green salad (bitter, invigorating greens) in a dijon vinaigrette and a crisp ale or white wine. You want something to clean the palate so you can feasibly eat more of the stuff.]
Thanksgiving comes and goes. And I eat well. Too well. With each passing of this third Thursday of November, I always manage to forget an oath of moderation. I've developed a two-parter to the celebration. Lunch with the family followed by a walk in the park with a loveable, albeit retarded (pure-bred, that's why) golden retriever. Then off to dinner/cocktails with friends who've managed to wriggle out of more family commitments.