Thanksgiving is a lot like pancakes for me. At first, I'm all excited. "Oh! Delicious seasonal food and/or pancakes! What a rare and delicious treat!" Soon after, I'm cursing the food gods for my food-crimes, and swearing off all things Thanksgiving/pancake. If I ever see another turkey again, I will surely die (That is, before next year when I forget all of the lessons that I learned this year like a cast member of a sitcom).
On the upshot, I got to spend Thanksgiving at home this year for the first time since I moved to California. My mom is an awesome cook, and that means I get to be in charge of the green been casserole and the sweet potatoes... and that's all.
Love.
Light White Berry (substitute berry with cherry). The only sweet coffee drink that I have ever enjoyed. I even ask for my pumpkin spice at 1/4 strength. |
The next few days should be full of some delicious regional noms which I'm cut off from most of the year. For instance, I (finally!!) made it back to Caribou Coffee in the Minneapolis airport, which filled my heart with joy. I hate that California doesn't have this chain. I love Caribou from it's sweet mascot to it's knitted sweater-design cups to the fact that it isn't Starbucks. They still care about how they treat their coffee. Do you see the brown lids?! It's all in the details. Le sigh (Coffee nerd).
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