Thanksgiving Aftermath
Almost recovered from the itis, for the 4th year in a row I was the last one to leave the table 10+ minutes after everyone else. And knocked out an hour later for an hour. Feeling good and hungry again when I wake up I am going to eat me some leftovers. I’m kinda mad my mom didn’t make cornbread, but she did make Pastelon de Platano Maduro (look ma, I broke out el español) so it’s all good. Apparently we’re having leftover turkey and pernil (español otra vez? si!) and ribs my mom decided to not cook for Thanksgiving. For those of you that don’t know, I fucking love ribs, just saying. As well as anything else that was leftover, damn I love this holiday. Besides the fact that there’s really nothing to celebrate since it’s like Columbus day with food, but food = love so I’m happy. Now if only I could get some cornbread…