breakinglight11 | Making Thanksgiving (Reply)

I love the shower at home. It's gorgeous black marble, it gets so hot, the pressure is great, and I LOVE IT SO VERY MUCH. I want to live in there and never leave.

I took my shower while on break from my duties as kitchen slave. I kid, it's been very enjoyable making stuff. My dad dragged me out of bed at nine, laughing at me for my "laziness," then brought me downstairs to help cook. We made the stuffing first, then Dad stuffed old Tom Turkey, and put him in the oven at 9:36AM. Next I made a pumpkin pie while my mom rolled out the crust. It was kind of hilarious; I was like a little kid being all "I can do it! I can do it ALL BY MYSELF! Let me do it!" with the pie, because I'm still unsure enough of my cooking abilities that I feel like I need to constantly test and retest them. Then I peeled yams and potatoes for a while until shower time.

My dad heard a joke on Letterman-- "I made these two pecan pies. I have licked one of them." --that he found so funny he's been repeating in variations all morning. By this point, all three of us have declared licking various things so we will be able to have them all to ourselves. By the end of this meal, no dish will go unlicked.

I'd better get dried and dressed. I have more pie to make, and more stuff to lick.