Something to write home about

There have been so many reasons to blog...many a blog entry has been composed in my head and then washed away by the lapping of everyday to-dos and "I'm late"s and the like.

I've been to Chicago and New York, two significant stops on my Great American Cities tour. And we've had Halloween and Thanksgiving, two significant holidays in the autumn-winter holiday accumulation of spirit and festivities.

And I've also just been informed this last week that my internship is indeed ending when I go home to California in late December. So the Great American Job Search also commences.

But the real thing I'm writing home about - the real piece of edgy, newsworthy news is that my stuffing was a hit. Of course it was a hit by virtue of a combination of factors that were largely out of my control (J lent me slivered almonds and cranberries, L lent me walnuts, the Midtown Global Market didn't have any sage, and Ze Chef let me use all this delicious salty, olive oily French bread left over from a crostini event). But all that aside, Ze Chef said he tried mine and then ate more of the stuffing left over from the K family Thanksgiving, and he said the latter didn't even taste like stuffing anymore. Wow. Big compliments from Ze Chef. I also made tiramisù (wrong culture) for Thanksgiving, on par with the challah (wrong holiday) that I made for our office potluck to welcome in the new environmental lawyers that moved in.

So again, the horizon spans in front of me, open, waiting. (It bodes well for higher frequency posts here, if nothing else.)