It is that time of year once more where we gorge on rich and fatty foods, put up the Christmas tree and decorations and have a good time all around. Somehow last year I became the one in charge of the Thanksgiving meal. I think my mom needed the break and I can totally see why. I may have over reached a little, though. I made all the desserts, I made the bread, everything, from the scratch. It was good, but my back and feet were killing me by the time everything was out on the table. I, being the masochist that I am, however, have volunteered once again to cook the meal this year. I’ve been searching for new recipes to toy around with, eating the same thing each year is too traditionalist for me.
I’m also working on several final papers and studying for final exams that are coming up in a week. I can’t wait for this semester to end.
