Ob:post-Dickens post
Seriously. Ow. My f*cking feet.
pixiecrack and I had a lovely Thanksgiving, spending most of the day cooking for angrybuffalo and for cerebropathy and dsrogers and their two lovely (and lively!) children. I roasted a brined turkey, which came out all right, but not as lovely as the smoked turkeys I've made previous years. We sat and chatted in our near-comas after the meal. It was a good time.
And then Dickens Fair ate my life. It all went pretty well, actually--I think there were fewer than average opening-weekend hiccups, and our heroic cast of crazed volunteers pulled together to cover those.
And now, the hurting of the feet.