Chocolate marscapone cake in the oven. I think that I will make the pie crust tonight, so that I don't have to wait for it to rest tomorrow.
I wish that my mother would call to tell me what time dinner is tomorrow. I need to plan.
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Chocolate marscapone cake in the oven. I think that I will make the pie crust tonight, so that I don't have to wait for it to rest tomorrow.
I wish that my mother would call to tell me what time dinner is tomorrow. I need to plan.
Can I put chuck steaks in a slow oven for a couple of hours, slathered in barbecue sauce? or would that just be wrong?
I know part of it is me - if I didn't get bugged so much by things.
Spidra, honey, I really don't think you're being oversensitive. I think they're being assholes.
Spidra, honey, I really don't think you're being oversensitive. I think they're being assholes.
I agree. Yet another reason we need Buffista Island. I strongly suspect that the crappiest thing about holidays there, would be cooking accidents. Which, if covered by enough booze, would be great sources of amusement, and therefore non-crappy. We would all have each other. There would be laughter (the good kind), music, genuine merriment, much actual giving of thanks.
Thanks, guys. *hug*
There would also be plenty of quiet spots for people to get out of crowds - gardens, book-lined nooks, comfy sofas with napping pets. And no one would ever be guilted for making use of one.
Spidra, did I misunderstand? I thought you were joining our urban family (no family drama guaranteed) Thanksgiving tomorrow.
I could invite my family. Then we would have some family drama.
NO.
Crap. I need to make a few calls then.