le sigh. i am pooped. for those of us stateside, it's the eve of quite possibly the best holiday known to man. a day dedicated to gorging, gorging some more, sleeping and repeating. a fantastic day of gluttony, i mean thankfulness, where casseroles are made of green beans and pumpkins transform into pies. my friends, thanksgiving is officially upon us and watch out, because i'm cooking.
let me preface this by noting that i am by no means a bad cook. i have my trusty standbys, my tried and true kitchen concoctions that stick by me rain or shine. baked salmon, pasta...oatmeal...eggs...toast. be that as it may, i wouldn't classify myself as a person who greatly enjoys the art of cooking. however, as i pride myself in the art of eating, i was inspired to roll up my sleeves and bang some pots and pans around this thanksgiving. on the menu we have:
let me preface this by noting that i am by no means a bad cook. i have my trusty standbys, my tried and true kitchen concoctions that stick by me rain or shine. baked salmon, pasta...oatmeal...eggs...toast. be that as it may, i wouldn't classify myself as a person who greatly enjoys the art of cooking. however, as i pride myself in the art of eating, i was inspired to roll up my sleeves and bang some pots and pans around this thanksgiving. on the menu we have:
- gooey pumpkin cakes
- pecan pie
- classic mashed potatoes
- sweet mashed potatoes
as of this moment, the gooey pumpkin cakes are done and the pecan pie is in the oven, the sweet potatoes are baked and ready for mashing in the morning and the yukon gold's are peeled and waiting to be boiled. but don't you be alarmed, in the midst of my shaking and baking i still found time to take around 1,000 pictures of myself and redesign the blog. i'm what some people like to call, a renaissance woman. not to be confused with a renaissance fair woman. i typically try to keep my cleavage exposure to a non-offensive level.
Pants & Sweater: H&M Shoes: No 704 b Bag: Anthropologie