It's Business, it's Business Time

It's not quite yet Noon and I have four dozen gluten-free, dairy-free chocolate chip cookies completed (good job, self, for not eating too much cookie dough - good job!) and a gluten-free pecan pie baked and cooling.

Supposedly (and that's a HUGE supposedly) bourbon is gluten-free, where as whiskey is not (they add mash back in after the distilling process). This shouldn't matter much, I'm not much of a pecan pie fan anyway - but just in case, I used straight bourbon.


Aaron's been a punk through this whole getting-ready-for-Thanksgiving-dinner experience. He keeps trying to steal the food... the other day I had to give him a 20 minute explanation of why he couldn't eat this sausage because it's for the dressing. Then this morning I caught him trying to sneak sweet potatoes in his lunch even though yesterday I plainly told him I didn't think I had enough sweet potatoes for Thanksgiving dinner.

If he wasn't so damn good at cleaning the kitchen I would have gotten my frying pan down right then and there.

And now, I'm off to go make a pumpkin pie, orange cranberry bread, hard boil 15 eggs, assemble the dressing, make the veggie dip and assemble the sweet potato casserole.

And then I'm gonna sit in the corner and suck my thumb. Holy hell.