Is it too late to share some photos of Thanksgiving? Because guys, I'm not too sure what happened to November. It may have been the whiskey.
I started to write this post about Christmastime, but three paragraphs in, I decided I didn't feel like writing anymore. Delete.
That cake pictured above is a walnut coffee cake, made by my sister on Thanksgiving. You know those little crumb cakes with the sticky, sugary, crumbly toppings? Hostess, I think, or maybe Little Debbie. One of those. Anyway, that's this cake. Except better. Make it and eat it. You'll be happy.
I made this tonight. Over the weekend, there was split pea soup and sweet potato fries. A pork roast and mashed potatoes. Apple pie, gingerbread martinis.
When I got home from the gym today, the kittens had knocked over our only plant in the house, and Murdo was vacuuming up the dirt. Then the vacuum broke. The kittens are asleep on their chair now, in a pile. We'll worry about the broken vacuum tomorrow.
It's time for bed. Goodnight!