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Thanksgiving's in a week, and I'm starting to be overcome by the urge to cook a hell of a lot and feed everyone in sight.
I love Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday, bar none. Sure, no presents, but really, who needs food when you've got this glistening turkey sliding out of the oven, masses of potatoes and yams and stuffing mounded, steaming, on the table, rolls and pies lurking in the corners, and happy faces and empty bellies waiting to be fed. I get all sorts of kicks over feeding people.
In fact, yes. I have only three people scheduled for dinner this year, and that's just wrong. I need more people. Call it a Christmas present to me - come to my house and let me cook for you. Ok, hands up - who's in Seattle (or thereabouts) and wants to be fed on Thanksgiving? Maybe topped off with pie and a fannish marathon?
Sports Night, perhaps. Or if we're going to do it old-school: Due South. (It's a little weird being in that limbo state where Old School is neither Star Trek nor Smallville.)
Maybe 2-ish in the afternoon? That should be late enough for everyone to sleep in on their vacation day, I think, and time enough for an episode or twelve to top off dinner.
Simply email me for directions and I'll set a place for you. And yes, if I've only met you once, or for only five seconds or even never, you're still invited. I wouldn't post it publicly if I didn't mean it, and besides, I like meeting new friends in person.
I love Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday, bar none. Sure, no presents, but really, who needs food when you've got this glistening turkey sliding out of the oven, masses of potatoes and yams and stuffing mounded, steaming, on the table, rolls and pies lurking in the corners, and happy faces and empty bellies waiting to be fed. I get all sorts of kicks over feeding people.
In fact, yes. I have only three people scheduled for dinner this year, and that's just wrong. I need more people. Call it a Christmas present to me - come to my house and let me cook for you. Ok, hands up - who's in Seattle (or thereabouts) and wants to be fed on Thanksgiving? Maybe topped off with pie and a fannish marathon?
Sports Night, perhaps. Or if we're going to do it old-school: Due South. (It's a little weird being in that limbo state where Old School is neither Star Trek nor Smallville.)
Maybe 2-ish in the afternoon? That should be late enough for everyone to sleep in on their vacation day, I think, and time enough for an episode or twelve to top off dinner.
Simply email me for directions and I'll set a place for you. And yes, if I've only met you once, or for only five seconds or even never, you're still invited. I wouldn't post it publicly if I didn't mean it, and besides, I like meeting new friends in person.
