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December 08, 2003  

so i'm a week late...

i can't believe i'm blogging about thanksgiving a week and a half after the fact, but last week was SO crazy...my interview, late nights at work, even later nights consumed by post-work insomnia, gift wrapping...that i'm just getting around to it now. but you'll deal with it, right?

i actually had a lovely thanksgiving. i wasn't sure whether or not to believe her when sandra promised to come over at 7:30 a.m. in the fuzzy snowflake footie pajamas i'd given her for her birthday...but at about 8:30 thursday morning, i heard the front door, the rustling of grocery bags (she'd done the shopping, as i'd had a 8:30-12:30 shift the night before), and her feet on the stairs...and soon she was crawling into bed with me.

now, i know this sounds weird...not something a couple "on sabbatical" would be expected to do...but it just felt so right. i have missed her so much, and having her there to cuddle with all morning was a treat. we finally got out of bed at around 2 p.m. to start cooking. a spin on tex-mex that i dubbed "mexicohio" (yes, i really am that corny).:
* cranberry-avocado salsa with tortilla crisps (let me know if you want the recipe...it was wonderful.)
* enchiladas (both shrimp and chicken) in green chile sauce
* corn salad (corn, red and green peppers, red onion, fresh lime juice, cilantro, and cumin)
* chipotle-cheddar mashed potatoes (which i made from scratch and which were quite fabulous)
* a creamy lime pie (from a mexican recipe web site that took about 5 minutes to make)
very non-traditional, but delicious. we had fun cooking and spending the rest of the day together. our time together is so easy and so enjoyable, even now. until, that is...it's time for her to go home.

maybe someday i'll get used to this.
4:25 PM

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