cinnamon apple sauce

Dear Heart,

I am so excited for turkey, The Macy's Day Parade, and the National Dog Show. Every year, my crazy comes out and I wake up at the ass crack of dawn on Thanksgiving Day to relive the excitement of my childhood. Holidays are becoming much different as the years go by. As a child looking in from the outside, things are a lot more exciting.

Let me tell you something sis, when I say that everything goes down from here, that there is no negative connotation. What I mean to say is once you pass the stage: "Yay! I'm 21 years old and I'm gonna go get trashed downtown with the girls." Well umm, you catch the Rona, your back hurts, and oh damn you get a whole lot moodier. Okay, I guess that does sound pretty negative. I guess it is just the art of growing up.

The past years I have noticed the holiday season is a lot more thrilling when you are gifted with a candle to intoxicate your sinuses with. Dude... currently the little two bedroom house I share with my sorority sister is becoming infested with these damn pumpkin apple cinnamon candles and I still cannot get enough.

I guess what I mean to say is that I have been sidetracked. I wanted to spill my guts on the janky and corny feelings I have toward my family and friends. I am thankful for that time when my aunt yelled at me for wasting her alcohol when my cousin spiked my drink with a bit more champagne than I originally desired. I am thankful for the memories of making those damn deviled eggs that I SWEAR is a concoction only meant for the gods, (it's my grandma's recipe what can I say). I am thankful for my mother's mushroom gravy, ( no explanation needed my guy: its mf delicious). I am thankful for all those times where I conquered Black Friday with the buds, ("hey that's my parking spot BACK OFF you *tasteful choice of curse word and other curse word*").

The moments that matter most are unlike any stupid Hallmark commercial you have ever seen. Maybe your favorite moments consist of getting stuck in traffic on the way back home from your extended family members house on the freeway. Oh man did you have to pee. Screw that holiday traffic. You wanted to let loose in that 2 week old Gatorade bottle didn't you? Don't fret, you had too much of that wine and the days of "breaking the seal" in college were never one of your greatest strengths.

What are your thoughts on mixing food? I know its a toxic trait but I mean I personally, am a fan of creating an ungodly sight on my plate where the turkey is mixed with the taters and gravy and then the taters and gravy are then used as a dip for my Pillsbury biscuit which is then followed by a bite of that green bean casserole, (my mom adds bacon). It's the little things. Anyways, I gotta go. The pumpkin pies are gonna be sold out at the Albertsons and my mom is gonna totally kill me.

With love,

Corissa