Thanksgiving time is here

Today I did the shopping for the big day of eating.  I have had Thanksgiving in my home before.  The first one was when I was 23 and I cooked that turkey till it was split wide open.  That year I also left the rolls balanced across the sink forgetting that the faucet dripped.  Yeah, they were all wet.  That was the year I also came to realize that one should own salt, even if one does not reguarly use it.  Since then there have been several more hosted by me, but always there was an older much more experienced woman or two to fall back on.  This year, I am that old lady. 
Sooooo, I did the shopping today.  Bought a great big bag of dry bread.  Don't tell my fore mothers that I spent good money on old bread when I could have saved my heals for a month and had my own bag of old bread.  I cheated.  But hey, at least I didn't get boxed.  I also bought sweet potatoes for the first time in my life.  In my home, if I don't like it, we don't eat it.  But there they are; 2 lbs of sweet potatoes.  Yams if your not from the farm.  I am also cheating in that I bought Turkey gravy in little envelopes.  Don't tell my mom about that either.  I can't figure that whole gravy thing out.  I have had two different old ladies teach me and tried it a million times.  I give, buy an envelope! 
Anyway, I'm armed with a Family Circle mag and my Kraft.com.  and ready to cook like the old lady that I am.  Just don't tell my mom how I did it.

1st book review

Well, here it is.  The first book review.  "the boyfriend list"  by e. lockhart gets the honor.  The basic summary by the author goes: 15 guys, 11 shrink appointments, 4 ceramic frogs and me, ruby oliver.  To elaborate it would be a 15 year old girl (Ruby) has panic attacks after a "leprosy" outbreak and winds up in therapy.  The four frogs are related to a gift from a certain boy.  The therapist assigns her to write a list of all the boys she has had any, and I mean any, romantic contact with.  Even from afar.  This book is like a little trip down memory lane.  I dare you, double dog dare you, to not make your own boyfriend list while reading this book. She names each boy and circumstance from pre-school to sophmore in high school to her therapist  bringing together how each relationship counts.  No matter how small, they all count.  Its really a book for teens, its cute, funny, and like I said, dredges up all those delightful memories you would rather forget but somehow seem so much funnier when it's someone else. 4 stars