Indulgence is good. I figured this out, just as the economy fails.

The kids were convinced today would be a snow day. Because they slept with their pajamas inside out and backwards, with a spoon under their pillows and a penny in their socks.

Somehow this didn't work and there was barely any snow on the ground this morning.

On the bright side Maddie figured out what she did wrong. You are NOT supposed to put a penny in your sock. Instead you have to flush ice down the toilet. Then sleep with your pajamas inside out and backwards with a spoon under your pillow.

I'll let you know how this works out. If you'd like to know, I'm hoping it doesn't work out. I'm not fond of snow days if you must know.

I am, however, quite fond of Thanksgiving at home with my little family. We decided to make our Thanksgiving all about cooking. In the past this would have resulted in sobs and screams from the children who wouldn't eat anything but plain pasta and a chicken nugget. But not that brand!!!!!!

Life has changed with my picky eaters. If you're reading this and you have a picky eater, my advice is to ride it out, keep putting food in front of them and accept that there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to what they will or will not put in their mouths. So for the most part, make stuff you like.

My kids are still particular eaters, but so is their father, so that's not surprising. But now, instead of screaming in horror at a tiny piece of chicken on her plate, Maddie will try it. She might even eat it....as long as you didn't fuck it up with a sauce or some other nonsense. Sigh.

I knew everyone wouldn't like everything I made for Thanksgiving, but I knew no one would have a psychotic break because a half a brussel sprout (cooked in bacon grease!) was on their plate.

The thing I decided about cooking this meal was that we were going to cook everything in it's full fat form. Our mashed potatoes were going to have cream cheese, butter and half and half. Our carrots were going to be glazed in sugar and butter. Our brussel sprouts were going to be cooked in bacon grease and our turkey breast was going to be wrapped in bacon. I wanted to see if it made a difference to eat the full fat version of things we normally cut the butter/bacon/cream cheese in half for.

Well, this little experiment taught me exactly what flying first class one time in my life taught me. There's a reason people indulge in things that cost (in one way or another) more than the budget version. The reason is: that shit is good.

I was full for three days following that meal and also convinced I can never fly coach again.

This means nothing since I'll keep cooking with just a touch of olive oil and a bit of skim milk. I'll also be thankful to fly coach if I ever get to fly again.

Hey Economy! Thanks for being super!