My dad is currently chopping mushrooms in my kitchen in preparation for Thanksgiving. He arrived yesterday, and it is I think the first time I’ve seen him in person since September 2019. In the interim he’s moved to New Hampshire and I’ve moved to Oregon and also there was a plague; however, I talk to him a few times a week, so it feels almost like no particular time has passed. It’s weird and good.
Before we settled in to cooking, we went on an unexpected Walking Tour of Portland; I hit 13,000 steps today just from wandering around, which is cool and also ow my legs. (I am realizing as we wander around that Portland is not its most photogenic self in late November; the foliage from October and the good weather from August are both faint memories). But my dad is convinced Portland looks like Barcelona (I assume out of support for his child’s life choices more than Portland’s actual resemblance to Barcelona, but whomst knows) and keeps doing a very dadly exclaiming over how wide my condo’s hallway is, and it’s good to see him for the first time in forever.
This year’s menu is a deviation from my normal one mostly because my dad doesn’t eat meat and I want to try some new things; I think we’re looking at the mushroom wellington he’s making now, roast sweet potatoes (I think just as themselves, but I might decide to make a crumble or something), roast green beans with some sort of vinaigrette, mashed potatoes, homemade cranberry sauce, sour cream fantails, a white bread stuffing, a pecan pie, possibly some sweet potato bread, and a gravy of some kind. It will be too much food. I will enjoy it.
Shit to read
Furry nazis. The furry community is a really fascinating bellwether of what is to come for more normie online communities, it feels like.
A food-oriented holiday gift guide.
I loved this comic about the author’s first few weeks with her newborn.
Facebook is a real bummer.
Sure why not let’s roll the dice.
This article about Jews In Space (hell yeah) took a fully wild-ass turn.
So some shit is going down at Jezebel.
It’s caftan time, motherfuckers. (I failed to buy a fancy caftan for this year and I regret it.)
Shit to eat
It is Thanksgiving. I am not telling anyone shit about shit wrt what they should be eating. Enjoy yourselves if you observe.
Shit to listen to
It’s Vince Guaraldi Trio season.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your dad! Menu is amazing. 🥰