We have just concluded a highly successful Thanksgiving that featured the best damn turkey I've had out of three. (It was slaughtered 24 hours before we consumed it and brined for 12 hours before we cooked it. Result: Moist and amazing!) My crescent rolls rose properly, which means I didn't kill the yeast. (I also doubled up on it, which probably helped, too.)
The best part of a meal like this is the team effort. We all--Ms Swizzies, Mr Swizzies, Maya and I--pitched in and the results were delicious.
In a different vein, I'm noodling a blog post on why I think Glenn Beck should be excommunicated from the Mormon Church. I may or may not come back to this at a later date.
In another different vein, I've been playing Farmville. In fact, here's a picture for you: last night, as we're all sitting around comatose from turkey and rolls and potatoes and the like, silence descends upon the room. Typically, if we were in the States, we'd have the football game or something else on the television. Instead, three of us were sitting in front of our computers playing Farmville and Mr Swizzies was playing his portable PlayStation.
How pathetic are we? But hey, the good news is, I now have a chicken coop, a seeder, and I'm the Grand Master of composting! Or, as my sister would tell you, I'm just making up shit as I go along and I now have the manure to prove it!
Happy (belated) Thanksgiving everyone!