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said_scarlett) wrote2008-11-26 12:42 pm
said_scarlett) wrote2008-11-26 12:42 pm
Home, Home For the Holidays....
At my parents' house, safe and sound! We had to run last minute errands before Thanksgiving, which worked out well, because Nija and I now have a six pack of Mike's Hard Cranberry and a bottle of rum! Plus cherry coke to put the rum in!
Unfortunately, I was a moron and forgot my pumpkin filling for the pumpkin pie. Luckily, there was a can in my mother's pantry, so I used that. The pumpkin pie came out wonderfully, and there's a Swedish Apple Pie in the over.
On the subject of pies...
My mother made a very big deal about the pies I was going to make this year. It was epic. She called almost every other night for the last week to talk to me about the pies. I have been mentally preparing myself for this epic pie bake, gearing myself up to the challenge of making so many pies. I selected my ingredients with the same care as a surgeon chooses his instruments. I was ready.
And she went and bought half the pies I was going to make.
*headdesks*
Ah well, leaves up time for the cinnamon bread and the cookies, anyway.
It's strange being back here, as I haven't been since I moved out. But it's not the bad kind of strange, just the strange sort. And my uncle is being...well, my uncle. Apparently he's driving my dad more off the wall than usual. This is unsurprising.
I have the urge to write some more fic.....
Unfortunately, I was a moron and forgot my pumpkin filling for the pumpkin pie. Luckily, there was a can in my mother's pantry, so I used that. The pumpkin pie came out wonderfully, and there's a Swedish Apple Pie in the over.
On the subject of pies...
My mother made a very big deal about the pies I was going to make this year. It was epic. She called almost every other night for the last week to talk to me about the pies. I have been mentally preparing myself for this epic pie bake, gearing myself up to the challenge of making so many pies. I selected my ingredients with the same care as a surgeon chooses his instruments. I was ready.
And she went and bought half the pies I was going to make.
*headdesks*
Ah well, leaves up time for the cinnamon bread and the cookies, anyway.
It's strange being back here, as I haven't been since I moved out. But it's not the bad kind of strange, just the strange sort. And my uncle is being...well, my uncle. Apparently he's driving my dad more off the wall than usual. This is unsurprising.
I have the urge to write some more fic.....
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