Thanksgiving Weekend Synopsis

1. Get out of work later than agreed to on Tuesday (wait for mail instead of lunch). Wash - I can't really complain since I did get to leave early.
2. Sit in traffic for 30 minutes just to get into the tunnel. And listen to Mr. D go crazy yelling at the idiot in front of us (from our car, so it's not like the guy heard).
3. Make long drive to the D family house.
4. Make Thanksgiving dinner (lunch). Mr. D and I contributed home-made green bean casserole ala Alton Brown. We can't get too adventurous with the D family.
5. Mr. D smokes bacon
6. The dogs fight (Sasha, the D's dog, and brother D's dog).
7. It rains - we play some Wii.
8. We eat leftovers for dinner.
9. Wake up to biiiiiig breakfast. French toast and bacon.
10. Check in on work. Not a lot going on - good.
11. It snows. More Wii.
12. The dogs fight.
13. The D's, Mr. D and I go to the casino.
14. Mr. D and I each win $100.
15. We go home, make dinner, dogs fight.
16. Biiiig breakfast @ 9:00 am. Pancakes and sausage.
17. 11:30 - meet Mr. D's high school friend for lunch at best wing place (note small difference between breakfast and lunch).
18. Cook for Mr. D's brother's Mexican-themed birthday party. Refried beans - Win! Spanish rice - Fail! (Truly - never let me cook rice for you - Mr. D is never satisfied, and it's never quite right. I think this was close, but a bit mushy).
19. Watch football.
20. Eat huge breakfast - eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast.
21. Drive home.

Happy Thanksgiving

I'm thankful for my wonderful husband, adorable dog, being out of Holiday traffic, and even though I'm not with them until Christmas - my family!

My brother-in-law bought Sasha some booties - here she is modeling them. Hopefully emailing the video works, if not, I'll fix it tomorrow. :)

Pie

I made a pie over the weekend! From scratch!

Disappointed that there wouldn't be pecan pie at thanksgiving at Mr. D's house, I decided to make one this weekend. I made a tiny one so that we wouldn't be eating leftovers all week. I used the recipe from "Diner" in the NY Times last week, mixing chopped nuts into the filling and putting the whole ones on top. Very yum.

Bacon

Over Thanksgiving, we'll be going over the river and through the woods to Mr. D's parents' house. At which resides a smoker. So Mr. D started curing bacon last night:

Ewww

OK - so Mr. D pointed this one out to me. Apparently, hospitals will harvest foreskins - A.B - can you confirm or deny (not that she works in a hospital, she just had a baby boy). Article here.

Weekend

How is it already Wednesday? We had a little bit of a busy weekend - the kind where you're exhausted, but you didn't really do anything. Saturday we woke up and ran errands before my brother arrived, then we made pizza when he got there and then the boys spent the afternoon watching soccer and football.

We took little brother out for a steak dinner, and the restaurant was a little odd. First, we were surrounded by little kids, though one did seem to be a regular (or his dad worked there), the way the whole staff came around to say hi. Then a waiter carded a woman, clearly in her late twenties, with her husband. She didn't have her purse, so they refused to serve her. The couple had a big problem with that, as it was their anniversary. We thought they would walk out after the manager said he couldn't do anything, but then, 5 minutes later she had a glass of wine in front of her.

The next day, Mr. D and I woke up, then spent the next two hours trying not to wake up my brother on the couch while we took the dog out, got coffee, and ate breakfast.

We walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to Grimaldi's and had pizza (yes, again). We walked over to the waterfront and then took the subway back into the city to watch the Bills game at a sports bar by the apartment. The best part was the crazy hockey game on the tv next to it - there were 10 goals and at least 3 fights.

I made dinner at home before we went to the Knicks game that night against the Rockets - our first time at an event at Madison Square Garden, even though we live right down the street. The Knicks were terrible, the Rockets won, and we left early to get my brother home to prep for his interview, so we missed the fans booing the Knicks at the end of the game.

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Knicks vs. Rockets

Sunday

Walking the Brooklyn Bridge w/ mr. D and my brother to get Grimaldi's!

Randomness

We are swimming in pate post-weekend party. Pate, cheese, and cookies, which, in combination make for a bad week on the scale - especially since we'll be out with people most nights this week, so getting to the gym will be tough. I did manage to make a picnic-y dinner of pate, cheese, bred and pickles - trying to evoke future memories of our trip to France next Spring.

My brother is in town this weekend - interviewing for a residency spot. Why is it the first things I think about are whig restaurants to go to? Partly, I think, because he came up with his med-school buddies and they did almost everything there is to do. Not the Circle line, though, and it might be warm enough this weekend.

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Aftermath

This is a picture of one of the flower arrangements I made for our cocktail party last night. Tadaa.

Why Jeggings Are Good

In response to my friend's (AB) comment that jeggings are not good, I felt the need to provide reasons why jeggings are one of the best clothing items ever.
First we must define the jegging - the ones of which I speak are very stretchy jeans. They look like denim, and are much thicker than leggings themselves - which is important, as no one wants to see the jiggling that goes on with some people who wear leggings.

Jeggings should be worn under a shirt/dress/jacket that is long enough to cover at least to the apex of the bum. Any shorter and you're just wearing hoochie pants.

The great part about jeggings is, that if worn properly, you can wear them - and look cute - in a casual work environment, while being super-comfy. A great pair of jeggings feels like wearing yoga pants all day.

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A good, good day

You know it's going to be a good day when you're walking down the street to the subway, and all of the sudden your jeggings realize that the button wasn't completely "done" and proceeds to pop open, which also alerts you to the fact that you didn't zip your fly. Luckily, I was wearing a coat, and a sweater dress, so nothing was "exposed," except I had my hands in my coat pockets (without looking like a perv) to hold my pants up for 3 blocks. Fab.