Where a love lost at sea is waiting for you

Actually both the shortbread crust and the salt caramel filling worked out in their respective pies and the pumpkin dumplings resembled kneydlekh far more than I expected even from dropping the dough off a spoon into boiling water, although my mother suggests sage rather than thyme in the brown butter next time. Collective Zoom with my teal-haired godchild involved watching him compare and contrast American and Japanese Fanta in the first-time real time of an unboxing video, albeit with more accidental snorting of carbonation. My niece arriving late in the evening has acquired a sort of garnet swirl throughout her own hair. We have sufficient leftovers that I am already planning my standard after-Thanksgiving dinner of a turkey terrific. I am not at all thankful for multiple days of thought-blinding headache and refuse to be, but I have acquired a surprise of gifts from friends within the last week: two books, a photograph of a poem, a letter by international post. As soon as we got home, Hestia was fed with great eagerness and satisfaction on the turkey we had been promising her all week.