Make this, now.

1 bag cranberries, rinsed

1 organic navel orange, washed

1/3 C honey

1/4 C toasted pecans

Chop everything up in food processor. It tastes better if you let it sit in the fridge for a while, but, uh, I just ate so much of it that I had to make another batch, so smart money is on: it tastes excellent straight up, too.

folkinz:

the soundtrack to my evening of thanksgiving prep…

first up is pumpkin creme brulee and then starting my soup…after that, i’m not sure, but i do know drinks will be involved all the way through.

Hmm… I listened to Neko Case and ate half of my green bean casserole standing up at the counter. Maybe I should move on to Amy and Dessert.

It is clearly a productive day at the office.

My $65 turkey. I have just salted it to dry-brine.

Do you know what I love? Removing the feathers that didn’t make it out through the farm plucking process. Similar satisfaction to squeezing blackheads. Don’t look at me like that; you know you like it.

This disturbs me to no end.

Fire in manhole = no power at work = bldg closed = inability to work remotely (servers down) = day off! Who wants to play?

Okay, I just posted that and was being mopey on my couch when he called to see if I wanted to come over and watch a movie and spend the night.

“I might be falling in love,” she says, fully aware that she’s traded the excitement and pedestal-placing of previous relationships for the quiet happiness of having someone to snuggle with while watching Star Trek.

I think I’m lonely. I do just fine on my own regularly, but after a day with the All-American, when it’s time to be alone again, I go through withdrawal or something. I have this urge to call him and make him come over, but I worry that it’s my loneliness I’m trying to avoid, not that I miss him. Maybe I will watch CSI instead.

I hate Sunday nights. And my new cynical view of relationships.