11.24.2005

Mmmmm... foooood...

This is going to be rather brief because it's late and I need to get up early tomorrow to get things started. That's right ladies, the dude can cook.

Last year, in Chicago, I cooked my own turkey. My original plan was to find friends who couldn't make it home and invite them over, but apparently all my friends' parents loved them and got them home for Thanksgiving.

But I was damned if I was going to go without turkey on Thanksgiving, so I got one anyways. Problem was, I had a shitty oven, and it took 11 gorram hours to cook.

I can trust this oven. That is good.

As Alice said, there is a pretty goddamned long list of things that just about everyone is thankful for, and this is (by intents but as it seems not necessarily in excecution) a short post, so I'm going to follow her example and let all of the ones that you'd expect be taken as read. I will say this. I'm thankful that I'm home for Thanksgiving even though shitty circumstances that caused it were shitty to say the least. And I'm thankful for you. All of you who read what I write, and who write things I enjoy reading. Its damned good to be doing this.

Ok, I'm really going to go now. I might post tomorrow if I have anything worth saying to say or if I feel like it.

Happy Thanksgiving, all. Eat drink, and be merry. I demand it of you.

5 comments:

  1. happy thanksgiving, wombat. what i wouldn't give to taste your turkey.

    wait.

    that didn't sound at all like i intended.

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  2. heh. Malapropism!

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  3. I hope youR meal worked out.
    Hope you took pictures.
    I ate several very large meals at several friends homes in Maryland.

    I'm now a shitty aol connection in a loft apartment in central Maryland, trying to encourage my pants to zip up.


    So far no luck.

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  4. I hope youR meal worked out.
    Hope you took pictures.
    I ate several very large meals at several friends homes in Maryland.

    I'm now a shitty aol connection in a loft apartment in central Maryland, trying to encourage my pants to zip up.


    So far no luck.

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  5. oh, so I'm getting up to the minute reports? kick ass

    no, no pics. Meal was good. Didn't get to take the tour though. My pants haven't technically been my size for some time now, so the coaxing is part of a routine. I usually just tell them if they don't pull up I'll make them into cutoffs, which makes no great abundance of sense, but its not hard to intimidate cloth.

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