I'm consumed with Thanksgiving already. This half week of work is a veritable hell. The evaporated milk and cake flour is already sitting on my counter, boss. I'm thinking of meyer lemon cake, and cranberry sauce, and whether my new pumpkin pie recipe will work without following Martha Stewart's fifteen step recipe for a perfect pie crust. I am not thinking of drafting a case management statement or discovery. Judging by my silent phone, no one else is thinking of work either.
I'm already planning how many times I have to work out (answer: every day) in order to eat my fill on Thanksgiving. Thinking about what time I'll start my pie on Thursday morning (answer: shoot for the butt crack of dawn and actually deliver late morning). Willing my bread cubes to go stale for a tasty, sourdough stuffing.
I'm even already freaking out about Christmas gifts.
And don't get me started on Christmas cookies.............
I think I've become my mama.
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