A coworker of mine tells me daily how I should cook my Thanksgiving turkey. He’s been sending me articles with horrendous typos in them, which I feel justified in disregarding if only because of the typos. People have definite opinions on this subject. Some use the trusty turkey bag. Others, a pre-basted turkey. Others cook it upside down.

And while I don’t doubt that there are superior and inferior ways to cook the turkey, I also think we should be aware of the fact that none of us are the possessors of all turkey-roasting knowledge. You do it your way. I’ll do it mine. K?

P.S. Mine includes a gravity-defying flip, oil, and cornbread stuffing. … if you’re looking for a good time.

This article really got me to thinking. As someone who spends a lot of her time looking at food labels… what do I want them to be like?

To begin, I’d like them to list every single ingredient. None of this vague “flavorings” nonsense that was on a turkey we almost bought.

Second, I want people to report on their facilities. Some people are kind enough to do so, but this is important enough that everyone should.

And I kind of also want Nestlé to have to put “We kill African babies” on all of their products. But that one probably won’t actually get enacted. Still, a girl can dream…

Is it possible for cars to be sick?  It totes is, right?  And since it is, is it that much of a stretch to suppose that my car spread its broken starter germs to the boyfriend’s truck?  …didn’t think so.

The little sister is visiting me today.  As I was talking with my mom about this plan yesterday, it suddenly occurred to me that she needs to be fed.  I’m really not used to hosting people.  Can you tell?  I made her lunch, and we’re going over to the boyfriend’s for dinner and a movie tonight.  We’re picking up pizza on the way.  That’s not weird, is it?  Except that I just realized I’ve fed her pizza the last three times she’s come to visit.

What are you supposed to do with people when they come to visit?  I’m sure I don’t know.

Seriously.  I am.  I’m thinking about you nonstop.  I’m thinking about how much you’d like it if I made this recipe for you.  Or that recipe.  And how I should try such and such an adaptation so I can tell you how it turns out.  We’re involved.  We really are.

What else am I totally into lately?  Let me answer that question in four parts, with the fourth part first and the third part last. The second part has five sub-sections…

• Canning
• These Podcasts:
  • Judge John Hodgman
  • Joy the Baker
  • The Sporkful
  • The Dinner Party Download
  • RadioLab
• My Ice Cream Maker
• Curling

I’ve been thinking very seriously about starting on a cheese-making journey, but the whole thing makes me very nervous.  First, I’m not a huge fan of anything that can’t be made from ingredients I can’t buy in town.  I don’t exactly live in the middle nowhere.  It should be here.  Second, I don’t know anyone who does this except for a farmer guy who stayed at our house last weekend.

On the other hand, pulling a block of cheese from the fridge and being all like, “Oh, hey… I made this.  No biggie.”  sounds pretty awesome to me.  But I think having a whole mess of jars of yumminess lining the tops of your cabinets accomplishes essentially the same purpose.  At the same time, I know people who can things.  I don’t know anyone who makes cheese (see point second).  Everyone knows doing something is infinitely cooler when you’re the only one.

Anyone want to learn to make cheese with me?

P.S.  I’m also totally into Aaron Sorkin which is why I quoted Sports Night above.  I’m really not that clever…

I’m getting good at this thing.  This keeping up with a blog thing.  This gluten free thing.  This thing.

A lot of the time, I tell you how I’m floundering.  How real life is hard.  But today, it’s not hard.  Not hard at all…

My body is finally starting to heal from all the damage years of eating gluten did to it.  I’m really starting to feel great.  It’s amazing.

Last year, this time, I was struggling to write a post a day.  This year, piece of cake.  No promises, but this might not just be a November thing.  We’ll see.

Today, I walked out to my car to go to work.  My roommate had scraped the frost off of my windshield.  It was going to be a great day.  I didn’t fully realize that it was a Friday until 4:10pm.  That is absolutely the best time to realize that it’s Friday.  I have nothing planned for the weekend, which gives me plenty of time to put off the work I need to get done.  As well as time to get the work done.

I’ve got jars of goodies sitting on top of my kitchen cabinets because I’ve been so on top of canning things in recent months.

I’m trying to keep this momentum and move forward this weekend.  I’m thinking about making frozen yogurt and pumpkin butter.  What are your weekend projects?