Feast On This
National Hug-A-Native-American Day is right around the corner, and despite the glossed-over history behind the whole conquering settling of North America, I'm rather enthused for the traditional feast. We did make some edits to the menu, but it rests wholly the same. The turkey is brining and some prep was done this morning to ease the stress surrounding the T-Day Oven Trot. We'll be serving the meal in courses as well in an effort to lighten the Binge Effect that seems to take hold over each guest the minute the food is placed on the table.
My virtual disappearance on LJ, however, is only temporarily broken by this boredom-induced post. I'm just far too busy and far too disenchanted by the thought of catching up on my whereabouts. But the disenchantment ends when the photoblogging begins, and y'all know that there will be lots of photos from tomorrow's gastroNOMinous endeavors. Far be it from me to even attempt to hide that. And there will probably be pics of my new Sexies (that's eyeglasses for all you pagans) and my wonderful boyfriend and I.
At this very moment, I am most thankful that my mother and father okayed the portage of wine to the T-Day Table for us cork dorks. Cheers!
My virtual disappearance on LJ, however, is only temporarily broken by this boredom-induced post. I'm just far too busy and far too disenchanted by the thought of catching up on my whereabouts. But the disenchantment ends when the photoblogging begins, and y'all know that there will be lots of photos from tomorrow's gastroNOMinous endeavors. Far be it from me to even attempt to hide that. And there will probably be pics of my new Sexies (that's eyeglasses for all you pagans) and my wonderful boyfriend and I.
At this very moment, I am most thankful that my mother and father okayed the portage of wine to the T-Day Table for us cork dorks. Cheers!