Thanksgiving
This year, I had two Thanksgivings. One at my sister's house, and one at my house, and I didn't have to cook a turkey for either. Yippee! Though I did make the cardamom rolls and I knew they would be judged in the brutal spirit of honesty by my family. The verdict: "They taste great but look more like cinammon buns." Yeah, yeah, shove it in your mouth people.
Of course the buns nearly didn't make the 2 hour 20 minute drive to my sister's house. The very handsome boyfriend and I planned to eat them if we were in the car much longer. Bumper to bumper traffic + pouring rain = not happy fun times.
In the end, however, I ate two delicious Thanksgiving meals, enjoyed spending time with my family, boyfriend, and roomies, and managed not to kill the older brother when he pointed to my author photo and said, "That's the picture you chose? Why?" Brutal honesty indeed.