It’s December 2nd. And I’ve been dreadfully, dreadfully busy. If you want to know more about the source, you can ask, but I shan’t divulge here. And yes–before you ask–I am a sly, witholding minx, thankyouvermuch.
On the topic of Thanksgiving, suffice it to say that Grandma’s still as cranky and rambunctious as only a self righteous 83-year-old with a pacemaker can be. I did my part contributing to the sagging Schiller sideboard by crafting a bangin’ pumpkin walnut pie, vanilla and orange zest whipped sweet potatoes, and my favorite– shredded and stir fried caramelized brussels sprouts with nutmeg and toasted pecans. All you cole-family haters I CHALLENGE you to eat this dish and not immediately adore the sprouts! Seriously. It’s on. Bring me your broccoli haters, your cabbage-phobes, your sprout-denouncers: I shall swiftly convert them all.
My first Thanksgiving as a vegetarian was utterly wonderful and far less gluttonous than it’s been in previous years. My mom was sweet enough to make me spinach squares, and the thing of which I enjoyed the greatest portion was a bottle of atrocious wine. Counter intuitive, certainly, but I kept drinking more to smite the taste of the previous sip.
In all, it was lovely to be home with my family, but part of me ached a little for last year’s ragtag Fulbright Orphan Thanksgiving at Talia’s apartment, replete with faux roast turkey and, you guessed it, jamón. I wasn’t as reflective or thankful this Thanksgiving as I was last–probably because of late I haven’t had enough time TO be reflective–so I’ll link you to 2007’s truly blissed-out Thanksgiving post. I swear I’m equally grateful to the universe this year–just for some slightly different things. 🙂
As my stamina is rapidly flagging, here are some tiny, delightful little tidbits–in list form, because I love you (and because my eyes are tired):
1) New England winter sunsets as seen through the skeletal, twisted husks of leafless maples. Tonight’s display melted from grape to raspberry, then to pale, dainty lemon. Watching it out the window during my bus ride home awakened in me a deep yearning for sherbet.
2) Workouts that render me sweat-slicked and, later, unable to raise both of my arms to blowdry my hair.
3) Lentil Barley soup and honey fig salad dressing (both Schiller-crafted)
4) Sweet children on the bus who flock to me for no tangible reason and allow me to teach them about plants and bus safety.
5) Receiving awe-inspiringly histrionic emails. They’re at the very least good for a laugh–after they’re good for a cry.
6) Deploying a box-worth of aesthetically offensive holiday cards to my friends with great senses of humor (watch your mailboxes!).
So there. Positive things! I’ll update on the rash of not-so-delightful recent shiz (including but by NO means limited to a creepy, malodorous older man on the bus and losing the sustained company of two of my favorite people in the world in the matter of an hour) this weekend or sooner.
P.S. Today a shaman called me a genius and declared that I was truly “on purpose.” I’m uncertain as to under what to file this, save “aroo?” and “cool!”