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ohrussellsagewesingtothee:

When my friends tell me they’re all registered to vote:

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Random question.
My earliest memory involves me in a playpen pointing at my brother and being like, who’s him? Why does he exist? 

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ohrussellsagewesingtothee:

Meanwhile, warding off danger in Troy, I’m like:

2nd Turkey

After yesterday’s awesome turkey, I thought, Why not try steaming a turkey? The NY Times had a cool article and I wanted to try it. Faster? Healthier? COOLER? YES PLEASE!!

So I tried it. I have no idea if I did it right, but it was good. Kinda like crock-potting a chicken. Except for that I stuck it in the oven afterwards. And I didn’t season it in the steamer.

My review: It was good. Not as good as Thanksgiving turkey. But cool. I also ended up with some awesome pan drippings and a good 6 cups of stock. Just don’t let your mom add 3 (THREEEEEE!!??) packets of gravy mix too it. So wrong. On so many levels. I cried. 

Thanksgiving

I like Thanksgiving. I get to see my family, eat some good food, and knit. But this year? I knew this year was going to be interesting. 

I was away for a couple months campaigning in Missouri (do it. Get involved. It’s great), and while I was there I got a boyfriend (love you) and you know, campaigned. Lots of stories. Apparently I was going to be the center of attention at Thanksgiving (which I LOVED!! I have a love/hate relationship with attention). 

I also had to roast the turkey. 

Everyone is always like, I’m old and I had to roast a turkey for the first time for a dozen people! Not this girl. I’m 21 years old and apparently roasting a turkey for my family. No. Big. Deal.

Remember when...

I did have a blog?

And then I didn’t have a blog?

And now I do again. Proceed to follow my life.