I'm packing up the Stately McMegan McMansion this weekend, as the movers arrive on Monday and expect to find--all the stuff I haven't packed, packed. So expect posting to be very light. I'm going to try to get up the electronics gift guide at some point, but the recipes and books, as well as the actual, you know, commentary, will probably have to wait. But if you're very, very good, there will be pictures of bullmastiffs, and me collapsing in exhaustion.
Anyway, Happy Holidays, everyone, I have a lot to be thankful for this year; my family is safe and healthy, my dog is adorable and affectionate, my job is amazing, my friends are so great I occasionally suspect that I am actually in an indie film, and in the new year, I'll be taking up residence in a great new house in Bloomingdale. All of my worries are the best sort: the kind I can't do anything about, and therefore have no reason to fret on, beyond making emergency provisions. I know a lot of you are probably suffering from the financial crisis, and others from the general tendency of life to hand you a lot of lemons and no sugar to make lemonade with. But I hope that all of you have some good thing to be thankful for.
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Megan, judging from the gift guide, you have a special moving team assigned to KitchenAid equipment. :)
Here's a holiday gift in advance. Enjoy.
I am thankful for my wonderful family and the kindness of strangers.
Thats a really sweet blog post.
Happy Holidays, Megan.
I hope you enjoy your new home, and have a nice view from whatever room you blog in!
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I'll be taking up residence in a great new house in Bloomingdale
You're going to live in a department store? Is this a new job assignment?
Seriously, we all have a lot to be thankful for. I know I do.
Huh, my grandfather grew up in that neighborhood (at 80 V NW, still there the last time my mother checked a couple of years ago), but I'm never heard it called Bloomingdale. I'll have to ask around my family....
Best wishes for life in the new digs.
Megan and other readers, Happy Thanksgiving and I hope all are enjoying this weekend.
It will be interesting to hear comparisons between the old and new neighborhood, me knowing nothing about the areas around Washington DC.
Always a lot of fun to get a new place, and I wish our author the best.
I hate to come over all European Cynic, but this blog smacked of Smug American to the point I now have a bruise on my face.
It's wonderful that the current economic maelstrom has passed over your blessed life so high that it didn't even cause cirrus clouds. For those of us job-hunting in a market flooded with tens of thousands of white-collar workers, hoping beyond hope that our meagre retirement savings will last long enough to pay the mortgage until gainful employment will next be found, and calculating just exactly how much pet insurance we can afford without dropping the 'Kids' off at a public kennel - well, to us your life is so charmed as to be a film fantasy.
Me? I'm thankful for those discount shelves at the supermarket, where they put the stuff with today's sell-by date, so I can afford to eat tonight. I'm wearing two sweaters because I can't afford to run the heating. But I'll keep paying that GBP15.00 per month for broadband, to keep in touch with you Golden Ones and your fabulous up-town moves.
I got my quibbles often with your cooking posts -- nothing substantial, we just really have different styles -- but regarding the Calphalon One pan: look, folks, sure, go screw around with this thing if you want, it has its virtues. But, you want a good, solid, nonstick pan that can do all kinds of things, and be taken to ridiculous temperatures (for, say, blackening) that the Calphalon can't? Then get yourself a nice solid cast iron and season its ass. It will outlast every other pan you own, and in fact will get better over time. It is cheaper -- much cheaper, even, buy two or three. And unless you own a semi-automatic rifle it is probably the single most awesome weapon in your house, and certainly the most impressive at short distances, and I'm pretty sure even a diminutive woman could lay open the skull of the most determined thief-in-the-night with one, at least if she has room for a good swing.
Smile, and the world smiles with you. Smile on a blog, and some random feller shows up to explain that your smile is inappropriate and smug, considering all of the difficulty that exists in the world.
Go figure...
And that you should be blogging about something else.
I know a lot of you are probably suffering from the financial crisis, and others from the general tendency of life to hand you a lot of lemons and no sugar to make lemonade with.
Just die, Megan. Please.