and no idea what to do with them, other than waste them.
I think I need a hobby.
Does blogging count as a hobby?
I guess it might if I did it more than once every fiscal quarter.
I'm looking for the passion people, and am not exactly sure where to find it.
In less self absorbed news, (actually, not really) this year I will be cooking my first official Thanksgiving dinner. My folks will be in Logan, and E's don't have firm plans, plus E has wanted me to cook him a turkey for 12 years now, so I guess this is the year.
I have provided everything but the turkey at many, many Thanksgiving feasts. I make a mean pumpkin pie (my secret ingredient is real maple syrup) and can do sweet potatoes, cranberries, and whatever else with no problem. But I've never stuffed and cooked a turkey. Ever.
I hope I don't fuck it up.
I'll only be feeding 5, myself included, so hopefully, I'll be able to find a fairly small bird. Li'l sis Katy will be there (thank God, as she is a very good cook and even better company) and because I'll be in my own kitchen/house and not mother or mother-in-law's, this year I can decree, "Let there be cocktails" and there will be. Sweet.
Riveting, ain't it?
In first grade news, the saying "Easy-peasy-cotton-cheesy" (said when a request has been made that is too easy to even justify. As in, "Soph, could you please clean up the mess you made with the frosting and peanut butter?" "Sure Mom! That's easy-peasy-cotton-cheesy!")has been officially replaced with "Easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy,"
That is all.