Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
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Blogging Thanksgiving

10:30: We realize that we have no bourbon; therefore, there can be no chocolate bourbon cake. I am saddened. :( There are no cloves. Adam thought we had them, so he didn't buy them last weekend. We need cloves for my cookies! Adam and Adam are going on a clove quest.

Elayna is making the pumpkin pie and brownies all by herself this year, so be sure to compliment her!

Our mixing bowls are still in Georgia. *headdesk*

This will be... interesting.

12:20: I am wearing a swirly skirt. And an apron.

slipjig has never seen Empire Records! Or Firefly!

We borrowed cloves from the neighbors, but we are still bourbonless.

Potato-related injuries: Two. Both me and Elayna, both middle finger.

"Questionable Potato" = my new band name.

1:00: Pumpkin pie and brownies are done. Gingerbread is in the oven. Adam and Adam are boiling potatoes. Gwyn and Elayna are gaming. Anna's reading. I'm wondering if I can roll my cookies with the bandaid on my finger.

The cloves borrowed from the neighbors are *whole* cloves. So it's a good thing I collect mortars and pestles. Ground 'em all up. *satisfied nod*

fibro_witch just called - she has bourbon! Yay!

2:20: Rosemary garlic smashed potatoes are done, and the last batch of cookies and the stuffed mushrooms are in the oven! Yay! We're doing well. Turkey needs to go in next! Everyone's gathered in the kitchen/dining room chatting. Happy day. :) be continued...
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