Woo turkeys

Or just one. Or part of one. Well, anyway, turkey.

My parents came to us this holiday, rather than us going to them, mostly because the holiday is short and we like to not fly (no naked parties in public for us, thanks). So I did some frantic tidying and then we had my mom, dad and brother in town for three days, which kinda rocked. We went hiking and braved the farmer’s market on a holiday prep day and ate so much food. I had this new recipe for sweet potato souffle (casserole, whatever, it’s like heaven so nobody’s quibbling over semantics) which has been deemed My Thing in lieu of cheese sauce, which I can make tasty but only ever runny. And in quantity. We’ve been eating cheese sauce on everything for the past two days, but not sweet potatoes, for those were gone nearly immediately despite the fact that I made a double batch.  Something about toasted pecans? Yep.

My dad wanted a pork roast and everybody else wanted turkey, so we got both and some veggies. There was a forgettable pie. We agreed that sweet potatoes were the substitute dessert of choice, plus a tasty homemade chai (I’m getting pretty skilled at that).

And there was Harry Potter and we took the family out to Zyka (yuuuum) mostly because I was really tired of cooking, but also because it is amazing and I was going nuts not sharing Indian things I like with my family. I did really well, actually. I did not parade around in saris or talk in Hindi (too much) or talk about India in every conversation (half of them). I did feel a little like a religious zealot, because every conversation ended up with “well, in Hinduism…” Luckily it didn’t seem to upset people too much.

The plan today had been to go out and participate in some big performance art thingy (+ Big Boi), but I am a lump and have decided to watch Angel on the couch instead. And sort of halfheartedly sew. Hey. It’s coldish outside. I can’t be expected to be productive!

Tomorrow will be knitting. Maybe. (And if I feel really motivated, I’ll post pics of my new garb, which is a Big Accomplishment.)

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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