Yesterday, after I posted, I looked at my little posting calendar and thought two things. (1) Wow, look at all those links this month! This is awesome! and (2) Holy crap, there are a lot of days left in this month.
So, yesterday = success. Today = 10:30 pm and I have no idea what to write.
I baked my Thanksgiving pies today. I always do the pies. This was the first year where I thought, 'Oh. The pies. Again.' I blame Audrey. I also blame her for the storebought crust. I used to pride myself on making my own crusts. I am pretty sure I still did homemade crusts (they're not hard, just annoying) after Patrick came along, though I can't swear to making them last year. It's just, the storebought ones actually taste okay. It's a fair tradeoff. Traditionally, we have two pies: pumpkin and Caribbean fudge. I don't know how this tradition started -- I should ask my mom -- but as long as I can remember this is what we have done. (It is such a good pie, too. I mean, screw the pumpkin.) I always have pumpkin pie filling left over, but not enough to do anything with, so this year I dumped it into another pie plate, topped it with spice cake mix, oats and melted butter, and made pumpkin pie crunch. Or, fondly, pumpkin goo. I also make mini phyllo pecan pies. I'm not sure why we've never done pecan pies, but we don't.
Our other Thanksgiving tradition seems to be cornhole. You know, I grew up in the south. I have always lived in the south. I still always think it should be colder on Thanksgiving. This year it shouldn't be bad, the latest forecast I saw was 59. That's a bit warm but not like 'you better wear shorts or you'll be sweating as you eat your turkey.' Anyway, it's usually warm. We play cornhole. There's alcohol involved but, let's see, three of the last four Thanksgivings I've been pregnant (is that right? 2008, 2010, 2011 ... yep, guess so) and this year I'm breastfeeding, so ...
Oh, hey! There's Audrey. Turkey theme continues tomorrow.