Potatoes, mashed or sweet each got three votes, along with stuffing. It makes sense, I suppose. That’s why we cook all these side dishes. Everyone has a favorite.
I will definitely be making my chipotle party yams. Amongst other things.
A very rainy commute put my boots to the test again and my feet came out dry and warm. My pants, on the other hand, were soaked. Somehow the back of my shirt also got soaked, but not the sweater I’m wearing over it.
So what’s a girl to do? Wear rain pants? Bring a change of pants? Get a bigger umbrella?
At least pants dry quicker than socks and shoes.
Have you let your opinion loose in the Great American Thanksgiving side dish throwdown?
If not, do it now!
All right, all right, the food-filled holiday quickly approaches and I wanna know what’s gonna be next to that bird (or Tofurkey) on your table.
[polldaddy poll=2272739]
An interview with my nephew. He’s had a haircut since and changed in many more ways, but gosh darn it if I don’t still love watching this.
Your Heart Belongs to Me by Dean Koontz.
This was pretty terrible. All the heart transplant stuff made me squirmy. Every chapter started with a long paragraph setting the scene with approximately 5,000 adjectives. This is the way I would write when I was ten years old, thinking wordy descriptions filled with big words meant good writing.
It wasn’t quite as horrible when it was just about the action.
I think this isn’t one of Koontz’s best, but I don’t really want to try another.
Yesterday was pouring rain, but the sun came out a little today up in New Hampshire.
And then it went right back into hiding.
It’s raining up a storm here and I’ve been out and about in my boots all day. After my last day of work with wet feet, I picked up these bad boys.
So far my feet are still dry.
I am ashamed to report that I’ve made little progress on my attempt to read ten blockbusters. I picked up a Dean Koontz at Costco. Not the one recommended to me, which was probably a mistake. It has some medical stuff in it, which kind of gives me the heebie jeebies. And not in the way Koontz intends.
Maybe this weekend I will finish it off and give my impressions.
I picked up a few other titles at the library to try out and was feeling a little sheepish when the frilly Nora Roberts cover passed under the barcode scanner. But it’s all part of my mission.
Or silver thermos. I generally bring my lunch to work. In the thermos that I got last year around this time.
Sometimes I have soup or chili, sometimes there’s beans and rice to be found inside. I generally cook up a big batch of something on Sunday for the upcoming work week. Some days I ditch the thermos and make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I’ve also been known to go out from time to time.
What does everybody else do? Pack a sandwich? Leftovers? Out to eat? Eat at home?