Yet. If the dog, guilty soul that he is, has stolen more cookies today, from the new hiding place, then he may get swacked with a paper bag, for all the good it will do. This blog will start in the middle, and remain there, I really don't know where else to begin, so that's the current formula.
Today is November 14, and someone has just reminded me again, that it's Thanksgiving and what am I doing? As little as possible. Well, I'll make a turkey because it's a good way to get leftovers; it's embarrassing to steal them from your host, but one year I did say to my boyfriend's sis in law,,,hey, are you going to throw out that carcass? I didn't mean to, I just blurted it out when I saw her readying it for the trash. So she gave it to me and I took it home for soup, but I don't think it was an image enhancing thing for me. But we've been invited back, and last year I didn't take scraps home. This year, boyfriend wants to stay home, no visiting, so not only will I have leftovers of my own, there will actually be lots of elbow room and no need to pass things endlessly around, during the meal itself. And the salt and pepper will be right there where I can see them. oink. I'm ready. Bring on the traditionally burnt first batch of rolls.
Love, Nile
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