with Mary Anne Mohanraj
Small Business Saturday, my friends. Drop your small business in the comments, so I’m not tempted to spend any money at Amazon for the holidays, please.
I’m pretty sure you ALL know where my shop is by this point, but just in case. 
Serendib Kitchen
Serendib Kitchen
Turkey sandwich for dinner, and I’m here to tell you that mayo + cranberry sauce + spicy cilantro chutney = deliciousness.
Cilantro chutney homemade by local cafe Wise Cup, so good!
What goes on your turkey sandwich?
How many dragons can I fit onto one sheet of cookie dough before I have to re-roll? It’s sort of like doing a jigsaw puzzle in reverse. 
I am also apparently the queen of tissue paper — I go through a lot of it. I’m tempted to design my own tissue paper at some point. We’ll see…
Packages out the door, moving tea towel fabric from the washer to the dryer, then on to the next thing, which I think is cookie baking; I have a second batch of dragon cookies to make, so I have enough for the Patreon treat boxes.
I have the second season of Virgin River (just dropped on Netflix) to keep me company, a pleasant low-key slightly soap-y small town medical / romance drama. I didn’t quite finish Outlander, but I felt like I needed a break from Jamie and Claire after yesterday’s 8-hr binge.
I’ve eaten until my stomach hurts a little. Now it feels like Thanksgiving.
(Emmanuel’s mac-and-cheese isn’t on the plate because the kids and I ate it all out of the pan.)
When you invite your former student, now employee, to join in the socially-distanced potluck Thanksgiving, and he signs up to bring some eggplant salad and stuffed cabbage, which surprises you a little, because that seems pretty fancy cooking for a 23-year-old…
…but then it turns out that he’s living with his mom during shelter-in-place, and she loves to cook and feed people…
…and NOT ONLY does she send along sufficient portions of eggplant salad and stuffed cabbage, but she throws in a half-dozen containers of homemade Romanian sweets as well…
…AND a container of extra sweets AND a jar of pickled peppers for the host — well, that’s some karma coming back my way, my friends, and I will gladly take advantage.
Darius, what are those little pastry things with the cream and jam called? They are SO GOOD, I can’t stop eating them.
(Anand loves the cake, he says. Tell your mom.)
I do like a groaning board at the Thanksgiving table.
It took me a minute to figure out how to pack up the brussels sprouts and the cranberries in the containers I had on hand, but a little foil sufficed to separate them.
Brussels sprouts tossed with olive oil, salt, and pepper and in the oven, settling down to second breakfast and a little Outlander on the TV. Much ridiculous drama.
