If Thanksgiving happened and no blogger posted about how thankful they were, would Thanksgiving really have happened? Ponder that for a moment. Obviously, I'm feeling thankful, and the fact that I keep accidentally typing thanksful shows me that I type "thanks" an awful lot.
I'm thankful for the Thanksgiving spent cooking together, for just the two of us, and the successes that came out of that marathon day of cooking (Y's brined turkey, this yeasted pumpkin bread, the pie above, cranberry satsuma sauce, challah stuffing) and the failures (sorry Joy the Baker, your brussels sprouts and mushroom hash just wasn't doing it for us) that taught us one of Thanksgiving's most important lessons: just stick with regular brussels sprouts, dammit.
Also thankful for Friendsgiving, Brunchgiving, a quiet Saturday after Thanksgiving hike, the pictures my dad sent from the giant family Thanksgiving I'll hopefully attend next year, and that amazing Iron Bowl conclusion.
R E A D I N G
My weekend has been filled with the sounds of A Very She & Him Christmas, football and its screaming fans (and sometimes obscenity screaming fans -- thanks LSU student section), the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, and, currently, I'm listening to the United States of Americana on The Current (the best part, as I've said before, about Sunday mornings!)
As soon as I finish typing this post, I'm on my way to help a friend decorate her apartment for Christmas. I'm wearing the closest thing I have to an ugly Christmas sweater: my beloved crazy dog lady sweater.
Navy blue nail polish. When "Timber" comes on in the middle of a workout class. Satsumas. Peppermint white hot chocolate. The clean new look I gave my blog a few weekends ago.
W A N T I N G
I'm so looking forward to day 4 of Thanksgiving food: leftover turkey, cranberry sauce and stuffing, open faced, on a piece of pumpkin bread.
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