The rain has stopped but the sun is still hovering in the shadows so y'all tiptoe quietly and not scare it away, okay?
Great massage last night; I feel I am really getting better as I can stand and walk without limping. Ironic that it had become such a habit (limping) that I'm now having to focus on NOT doing that when I stand. But I feel so much better that I phoned about taking a Yoga class; my private intro lesson is Monday night.
These repetitive cloudy days make it difficult for me to immediately see the silver lining. We always order and deliver Thanksgiving dinners from Cracker Barrel for our local police force; when I mentioned I'd put the orders in this morning DH suggested I order a dinner for us as well. He said I could just relax instead of cooking. But instead of going 'well, about flipping time...' I mentally reacted 'is there something wrong with my cooking now?'
But of all days, I suppose, taking the one day off that everyone cooks compared to the almost holiday like meals I turn out 5-6 times a week makes sense.
While it may not squelch the stuffing night stalker on the 'homemade stuffing I'll now commit to making forever more' the leftover box stuff definitely lost it's allure last night when I read the ingredient list. To quote my favorite part of
this article:
That’s a total of 30 or so ingredients for something you can make at home with some celery, bread and chicken broth, among a few other ingredients. Pretty disturbing. I need to start keeping chicken broth in the freezer and just lie to DH when he requests stuffing like his mom used to make.
I think women have been lying to that poor guy for generations. For nearly a quarter of a century I tried to recreate peanut butter cookies 'just like his grandma used to make'. Once in desperation to take him something to the hospital I quickly baked a batch of that tube of dough kind sold in the dairy section of the store. He exclaimed 'you did it, you finally got it!' I have never told him the truth nor may any of you.
Hope you're having a good day.
Bells