I have been trying to get the Thanksgiving shopping done on off-hours so I don’t drive my car into the harbor with frustration at the crowds/the cars/the stressical atmosphere. I’ve been doing it in phases, too; I leave when I can’t take it anymore*.

I can feel my Taurus-horns dig deeper and deeper into forced curmudgeonry the closer these holidays get.

However, I had a glimmer of change of attitude today. I was chatting with the morning’s barista at my local coffee shop as I waited for my Red Eye and oatmeal. He said that he likes being busy, because boredom leads to snacking, and this coffee shop sells a variety of baked goods as well as gelato. He described filling a latte cup with pistacho gelato, drizzling it with warm caramel, topping it with whipped cream and sea salt. He got actually glassy-eyed recounting this, and how the sea salt enhanced the nuttiness of the pistachios, and the cold-warm combo was … was …

Oh dear lord. It was in that moment that the reality of the week thundered down — I get to eat and eat! Delicious things! Hooray for Thanksgiving and bless us every one!

* And I am not even having to buy anything but booze and ingredients for a couple side dishes. I am lazy and hostile!

[food, glorious food]