I don't have to cook a damn thing today. In fact, I may or may not still be in bed. S'wonderful. Thanksgiving dinner this year is in Centreville and my appetizer requires no cooking, just assembling. My parents won't even be there. They're in the ATL this Thanksgiving for their own Friendsgiving—I don't party hearty as much as my parents— so I'll be cooking Latesgiving for my immediate family on Sunday. It's better that way, I get to keep the leftovers AND turkeys will be on sale after today. WIN.
When I return tonight, drowsy and satiated from copious amounts of pie and trytophan, I will write my annual Thanksgiving post and touch upon all the things for which I am grateful. I thought about not thanking Boris, my car, this year but come on, that dude gets me from A to B and has to listen to my constant caterwauling. I have to thank him.
Until tonight, paisans. I have crispy turkey skin to pinch.