It’s the Monday before Thanksgiving and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a… wait a minute. That’s complete bull! I’m stirring – and I’m not talking about the holiday gravy yet.
Even with all the early holiday warnings broadcast over radio and television waves, I’ve managed to avoid grabbing the traditional turkey. Which can only mean one unfortunate thing: I’ll have to stand in line at the super market fighting off all the other last minute domestic goddesses for the perfect bird to stuff.
So women (and men) of New York, if you see this little lady coming down the aisle in your local grocery store – stand clear. This foodie’s on a mission. Anthony Bourdain – I’m talking to you too pal, please stand clear of the poultry.
I’ve got a serious case of Holiday Anxiety and it isn’t pretty kids. It’s one part procrastination and two-parts neurosis. However, my second novel is coming along fabulously, which is an even greater mystery.
On a serious note, I’d like to send a very special shout-out to my Twitter friends. I’ve really had a lot of fun getting to know you over the last three or four months. There are so many talented people that I’m humbled to now know. So holiday stressing aside – thank you for being AWESOME, I’m most thankful for YOU this year.