I am the most decadent holiday person ever. I am drinking a cup of the Really Good Hot Chocolate, the stuff that's dark and lovely and sounds like rain when you pour the cocoa into the milk, and I am working on a book that is not the book I'm working on. And is not, in all likelihood, the book I will write next. But it's the book that's been poking out of my brain all week.
Bad brain. No biscuit.
But I have lefse and pie, so what do I need with biscuits? Onwards, bad brain! Onwards!
Bad brain. No biscuit.
But I have lefse and pie, so what do I need with biscuits? Onwards, bad brain! Onwards!
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Date: 2007-11-22 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-23 01:28 am (UTC)So I put the turkey in the oven for 4 hours this morning, and spun a spool of yarn while I waited.... All was happiness and contentment.
Also, rather than the *good* hot chocolate, I am having the *good* Irish Coffee. ;-)
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Date: 2007-11-23 03:46 am (UTC)This may not be decadent, but it is excellent.
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Date: 2007-11-23 11:32 pm (UTC)Mmm, lefse.
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Date: 2007-11-24 02:07 pm (UTC)Unlike, y'know, any other day....