My mother has a hilarious making gravy story... as in, she couldn't get it right, so she ended up with gallons and gallons of really crappy-tasting gravy.

I will eat homemade or jar gravy.

(Gallons and gallons is perhaps an exaggeration.)

I'm making a veggie casserole for the Tgiving dinner I'm attending. Cream of mushroom soup, frozen veggies, fried onions, and the key? Jarlsberg cheese.

Time to roll with a budget punch - just got a call from car insurance that my payment was rejected by my bank. B/c that would be my old bank, the one I'm not using anymore. Whoopsies.

I'm not sure what I'm doing on Thanksgiving. Hopefully working but food wise it may not be anything special.

Although I would like to try a Thanksgiving inspired pizza, but so far the recipes I've found feature cranberry sauce which I can't eat.

I'm supposed to be making spiced pecans, but I haven't gotten my ass to the store to buy pecans yet. I should get on that.

I'm not sure we're even going to "do" Thanksgiving this year. And I don't even care. I'm tired. I'll have five days off and I just want to sleep.

Cool. Monday Leif and I make a car out of life savers, twizzlers, and a fruit roll-up.

What kind of mileage does it get?

Mmmm, I do love homemade gravy at Thanksgiving. T-day is at EM's house this year, so she'll make a mushroom gravy with lots of sherry for JZ.

My favorite meatloaf is the meatloaf sandwich on ciabatta roll you can get at the meat market counter at the Ferry Building. It's served hot, with a molten core of cheese and smothered in delicious mushroom gravy.

In sum: mushroom gravy ftw.

I'm driving up to have Thanksgiving with my parents. Then I'll be driving to Indiana on Saturday to see Monica, who will be at her Godmother's. So, lotta' driving for me.

Burgers are pretty much my favorite thing, but I DO NOT like meatloaf. Dunno why.

I hear you. The idea of meatloaf makes me shudder.

Although my stepdad did used to call me Queen Carbo because I love bread so much.

When I'd go to visit my grandmother in the country, she always made sure there was bread and butter ready for me. When I went back to visit my mother last month, from her post-op sick bed she was all "Did you get bread for ita !? She needs bread." And, true to form, for the first couple days, all I ate was hard dough bread and yam (not the sweet stuff y'all eat--starchier stuff more like cassava).

I'll probably end up at my sister's boyfriend's parents' house. Wow, that's a lot of apostrophes.

I'd kind of rather skip it but that's not really good for me. And anyway, it seems like getting out of will take as much energy as going will, so.

And what are southern-style hashbrowns??

Bitty potato cubes as opposed to the shredded style. Maybe it's just a term used here. Though.

What kind of mileage does it get?

It's wind powered, the fruit roll-up is used as a sail.