Hey there! Guess what I didn't do over Thanksgiving. Cook. Not one ... single ... thing.
Mr. CookingOnSkates made a turkey and a cheesecake to take to his parents' house for Thanksgiving. I ate there, at a friend's house and nibble at my parents' house. And yet I didn't make anything.
Don't judge. Don't hate. The last two Thanksgivings, I cooked for 20+ people at my house. Okay, I delegated the turkeys (ew!) but that's a lot of mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, green bean casserole, homemade rolls, wild rice and mushroom pilaf, canned corn cooked in the microwave and other little tasks throughout the day. My feet hurt. My knees hurt--especially in 2010, three months after ACL surgery.
Fortunately, my husband is amazing and did all of the post-dinner tear-down and clean-up.
This year, I decided I'd see if someone else wanted to host. And cook. And clean and all of those other things. I offered to make something to contribute, but didn't protest when the requests were for things my hubby would make instead of me. When asked if I'd help peel potatoes on Thanksgiving Day, I mumbled a protest about being morally opposed to peeling potatoes and continued to lie on the couch.
Bad, I know. But why peel a potato? Seriously, they're delicious with their skins on. And maybe I hate peeling potatoes (and apples) but still.
I'm kind of a bad person for the latter, so I had to confess. But I'm still in shock over having not cooked anything for a major holiday. The apocalypse may be near.
So what do I have to share with you this fine Monday morning? Not much. Just that I managed to get a decent purple nail polish. Lame, I know.
But I layered two polishes to get it:
-The bottom purple is so dark it looks black by itself.
-The top purple is to sheer on its own and doesn't last long.
Together, they're holding up about as well as nail polish ever does for me. And look how pretty!