Okay, look, I’m writing a novel and making pie and winding yarn and cleaning house and trying to remember to get my bulbs in the ground (I KNOW IT’S LATE) so while I am sorry about getting this up late, I’m not that sorry. It’s the freaking holiday. ARGH.
What are you doing? Besides baking pie if you’re an American. (And thank you, Libby, for that recipe on the back of your can. It never fails.)