What did you eat today?

OK, now I've got the food stupids, that tryptophan-induced state of loginess so familiar around this time every Thanksgiving Day. So, what did you eat? Julie and I cooked all day, and here's what we came up with:

Turkey. It was exceptionally tender this year (wonder of wonders), I think because Julie brined it all day yesterday.

Cranberry sauce. Homemade, of course, with a little orange zest. I like mine on the bitter side, but I seriously underplayed the sugar this year. A disappointment.

Cornbread dressing. We use the basic recipe from Christopher Kimball, the Cook's Illustrated guy. Secret ingredient: bourbon, used to deglaze the pan.

Stir-fried sweet potatoes in brown butter with sage and garlic. A NYTimes thing. Not bad, actually, and super-easy with a food processor to grate the potatoes. Recipe here.

Brussels sprouts with mustard, apple and caraway. This, to me, was the standout dish. It's so unusual. I love Brussels sprouts any way you prepare them, but this was such an interesting combination of flavors. The recipe is here. You start by pulling the sprouts apart, leaf by leaf. Set that aside, then saute onions and sliced apples. After that all gets soft, drop a couple of teaspoons of Dijon mustard in, then puree what you've got. Next, get a new saute pan and fry shallots in butter till they're translucent. Put some caraway seeds into that, then stir in the sprout leaves. Cook till its soft. At table, you put the apple-onion-mustard puree down as a base for the sprouts, then put julienned fresh apples on top. It's fantastic. A very Alsatian dish, it seems to me. Made we glad we opened a bottle of dry Riesling.

For dessert, Julie made pumpkin-chocolate chip bread, bread pudding and an apple crisp with fresh Macouns. We had the French roast Colombian from Porto Rico in NYC, the best coffee anywhere, and very affordable (they do mail-order).

And that was Thanksgiving dinner. Kids are in the living room watching A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. Our friend and houseguest is going to watch the Texas game. My back is in need of an Advil injection from my standing on my feet all day. Nighty-night to all. Make me happy by telling me what was on your holiday menu.