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Today I am attempting to do some cooking. I’ve been doing a little more of that this year. Particularly from one new cook book we got with NW fish recipes. Anyway, today is post-holiday cooking day. We didn’t get our collective acts-slash-shits together this year, nor were we particularly anticipating turkey and trimmings, so we waited to go shopping and to have our holiday meal today (and tomorrow and Sunday and perhaps for the foreseeable future). However, because Lolly has been a bit under the weather lately, I am playing the role of cook. Well, Chef, really is what I prefer. Or Boss. Or Holy Goddess Mother of the Get-the-Hell-Out-of-My-Kitchen. (I do find cooking to be a little stressful.)

Hold on, I have to go stir my soup.

Ok, so I am making a sampling of goodness from the NW fish cookbook and a Mario Batali cookbook. More specifically, I am making a mac and cheese with crab (from scratch), some spicy pumpkin soup, a broccoli dish, and a dried mushroom rubbed beef roasty thing. Wish me luck.

My teacher noted that I left out the word “..helped..” in my story. I think that was presumptuous; maybe I intended to write “..desired that they return from whence they came..”

T’was the day after Thanksgiving, and all through the zoo the statues were draped with garlands and bows. There was a little frost over the ground and it was near freezing so they didn’t seem all that out of place. Except on certain animals….

The tinsel anklets amused me, but not nearly as much as Lolly’s lyrics.