Nothing says "America" like a four day eat-a-thon weekend. God Bless America, and the red states, too (I'm feeling generous, tis the season and all). You gotta love a national holiday where you are encouraged to commit one of the Seven deadly Sins. I'm all about going to hell this weekend.
Usually The Roommate and I host "orphans Thanksgiving", where we invite our friends over to have a spectacular feast and avoid our own families, but this year our friend, Leigh insisted she get to be the organizer. At first I pushed back a little but when The Roommate mentioned that this means we not only DON'T HAVE TO SLAVE AWAY IN THE KITCHEN ALL FREAKING DAY, we also DON'T HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS AFTERWARDS. The Roommate is wicked smart. So not only am I not making 1) a turkey 2) stuffing (and not the kind in the box either, I am all about "scratch") and 3) every imaginable side dish ever to grace a holiday table---my contribution to the pot luck dinner is----------a Caesar Salad. We of course will make our own croutons, but other than chopping up some lettuce, that'll be it. NICE. So not only am I not spending this evening shopping, getting up at the crack of dawn (8 am-ish) and then cooking all fricking day, I'm actually getting off pretty damn easy. And this will leave me more time for my favorite Thanksgiving tradition, drinking wine.
And for that I give thanks.
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