Merry Christmas (etc.) to all my favorite people! May your holiday season be happy and healthy.
(The tree is decorated with the following: sock, plastic bag, Frosted Flakes cereal wrapper, Red Bull can, Christmas cards, hoop earrings, fake cherries, Halls sucker, generic Airborne.)
It seems the holidays have snuck up on me. Wasn’t it just last weekend that I prepared my first Thanksgiving dinner?
The one with herb-mustard butter for the chicken (yes, chicken–there were only three of us!)? With white gravy, green bean casserole, and scallion mashed potatoes? Wasn’t it just last weekend I made homemade cornbread for sausage stuffing? And wasn’t it all washed down with pumpkin custard?
Am I showing off? A bit. Believe me, it didn’t all go as smoothly as I’m making it seem. But in the end, after all the profanities, I managed to produce a Thanksgiving dinner that I was proud to share.
And I can’t believe it’s already over.
I lose it when I watch this scene. Every time. The whole movie is incredible, but the first minute of this video is one of my favorite moments in movies. It’s amazing, the power of food.
One of the most comforting foods I’ve ever known is cinnamon toast. Growing up, my dad was the one to make my breakfast. Often it consisted of a Breakfast Hot Pocket, or a Toaster Strudel, but on a good day, my dad would make cinnamon toast. Last week, in an effort to ease my pre-midterm nerves, I whipped up a few slices:
My parents had made me a loaf of homemade white bread, which I toasted and then topped it with a generous smear of butter and a good sprinkling of sugar and pumpkin pie spice (though, as the name suggests, cinnamon is the more traditional route).
My friend posted about this stuff on Facebook and, though I’ve never heard about it before, I knew I had to get some. Immediately.
Not only am I completely enraged with my friend for making me aware of this goodness, but I am considering suing Trader Joe’s for the near-lethal quantity I have been consuming.
Cookie butter is the quintessential “eating in your underwear” food. I spoon this stuff down my throat, straight from the jar, in my underwear. I do not eat it in front of anyone.
eating in your underwear 