How’s your holiday season going so far? Did your mom bring up (in that passive-aggressive sing-songy way) your still-single status at Thanksgiving? Is your cousin Ethan missing Christmas dinner because he plans to track Big Foot? Understandably, a lot of angst—and dark humor—can bleed into our writing at this time of year. That’s good, right? Well, mostly.
Well, I have to admit it. The leaves are gone, the grass is frosty, and even my roses are considering giving up. It’s almost winter.
It’s the weekend, so the moonshine grid is open
This is the first time in forever that we have no leftovers from Thanksgiving. This is new territory for me. I usually celebrate the U.S. holiday by not cooking the entire weekend after the feast, but now I feel adrift. No pumpkin pie for breakfast today. No reheated turkey for lunch. No extra helping of mashed potatoes for dinner. What are we possibly going to eat tonight? I may have to…gasp…cook again?
Well, other than the rolls being entirely raw in the middle, it was a pretty good Thanksgiving. My dad even complimented my scalloped sweet potatoes. Although it’s hard not to like a vegetable made mostly of sugar, drowned in cream, and sprinkled with brown sugar, y’know?
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