GF has volunteered to do all food prep and I have volunteered to be a slug and eat whatever is placed before me. Since GF is currently employed (i.e. has to set the alarm for every morning), and I am currently...at liberty...the one major concession I made was that I would get up when the
Dutifully, they have been fed. At the sight of NEW FOOD(!!!111lll11!!), they proceeded to dive right in, eat two bites each and then chase each other like maniacs for 15 minutes. No other kitty food has been consumed yet, but the proper equilibrium has been established. GF has been permitted to sleep-in, as is entirely proper. The kitties have returned to the land of the comatose. I am wide awake...drinking my third cup of coffee and watching the fourth bit of breaking news concerning the inflation of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade Floats.
When do we get to start on the Bloody Marys?
First Nap: 8:30 - 9:15 a.m. That's what's known as dedication.
GF invents a new snack treat:
GF ran across a recipe for biscuits that she had to try. I don't recall GF or I ever having a biscuit in each others' presence before...ever. I guess we're just not the biscuit type. But GF decided to make biscuits. Hey, fine. I'll eat biscuits.
This recipe says they'll rise in the oven. Not so much. The two dozen little flat round things GF has produced are flat and tasty as all git-out...but they're not biscuits. I suggested making them in a different shape (thereby removing the expectation of them being biscuits) and calling them biscookies.
1:45 p.m.: Turkey is in the oven in its brandy new roaster pan. We'll be eating by 6.
What's for lunch?