Christmas Preview
Warning: No pictures yet. Sorry friends. Read more…
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Ah, the recap.
The evening before our workshop with Penny De Los Santos, Viv hosted a little meet-and-greet so we could share some food, hear Penny talk, and give a handful of others that wouldn’t be attending the workshop an opportunity to meet her as well. It was a delightful evening.
I’m almost done writing about November, I swear. I’m a little slow at these things.
We celebrate a lot around here. A birthday or anniversary gets celebrated at least two or three times, and we consider most weekends to be honeymoons. That’s just the way we roll.
My birthday this year was no exception. We went away for the weekend before (also to celebrate our anniversary), and we had some friends over for an appetizer potluck a few weeks later. The actual day of my birthday landed on a Monday and Josh instructed me to come home from work, take a nap, and wait for him to prepare dinner. This man knows how to love me.

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So rather than cram four different dishes onto one post, I thought I’d divide it up a bit and spare you from waiting for thirty pictures to load.
You think I’m kidding.
What I Made for Thanksgiving, Part 2…
Homemade Cranberry Sauce. ‘Cause I can’t let my husband eat anything out of a can. ;)

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If I’ve made a dish for the last two years in a row for Thanksgiving, doesn’t that constitute a tradition for our little family by now? Especially considering this is only our third Thanksgiving together? I think it does.
Call me a tourist, but I have no idea where the Bait Shop part comes into play. But we experienced the Grill part and it was goooood.

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It’s taken me awhile to finally catch up on some overdue posts. Sometimes life gets away from us!
For our anniversary/my birthday, we went away to Friday Harbor, a favorite spot of ours. We wanted to try someplace really nice, and the B&B we stayed in recommended Coho. It did not disappoint.

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The last time I ate meatloaf was when I was about 12. I never liked it. Pressed hamburger with ketchup on the side… where’s the bun? The mustard? The pickle?? Save me.