In accordance with my monstrous, scroll-like Thanksgiving to-do list, I am making ahead as much of the feast as possible. This (hopefully) will result in an organized and sane feast day. It worked last year, that's all I can say.
So, I've been making pie crust.
Complete with stars. Don't you know pie crust tastes better when it's cut into dozens of little stars?
Also, cranberry relish. Later this week, I will make pumpkin pie filling, oatmeal flatbread, a port wine cheese ball, and split the atom with my bare hands. And scrub baseboards!
At this point I think I'm beginning to sound like a Cathy comic strip, so I'll sign off.
Oh, Thanksgiving. The madness you visit upon this household is truly biblical. I still love you, though.