giving spanks

Dave and I had the best intentions of getting to his parents for dinner, but a block and a half away from the house we realized we had a flat. So, back to the desperately bare-cupboarded house, calls to all the relatives in the city to see if we could catch a ride, and no. Everyone is already in gross Jersey. Calls to the Asian owned pizza and noodle shops, and no. Everyone is closed for the white man's holiday.

Luckily I had a burst of Wondermomness last week and I bought tons of stuff that I could potentially soften up for Jake if I was so inclined. So, his mashed baby reds, baked sweet potatoes, and green beans were served alongside a renegade box of cornbread stuffing, some of my famous baked beans (the secret is lots of brown sugar, some cinnamon, and a little nutmeg mixed into a can of Bush's), and well seasoned chicken breasts.

And for dessert? I cut up Jake's almost too-ripe apples, baked them with some butter, brown sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg, and allspice at 350 for 25, topped them with some crushed Biter Biscuits, and served them warm. Good stuff.

Today couldn't have been more perfect.
And it snowed!  A good ten or twelve flakes.

Oh, and I'm thankful for my friends and family and health and house and job and all that other crap too.
And the blogosphere. Thank effing goodness for the blogosphere.