A conversation via google chat:
Lauren: I have exciting news!
Lauren: I get double Thanksgiving leftovers this year.
At this point, I thought she was just rubbing it in that she was getting even MORE turkey to my none. I did my best to not call her a jerk right away.
Me: That’s awesome! Leftovers from grandma are the best!
Lauren: Yes. So that’s why I’m getting double. Because she said to “give some to your poor friend Amy who doesn’t get Thanksgiving at home this year.”
My friends are not jerks. I take that back. They’re the cutest things ever.
Thanks to a fondness of running, eating, wine, gossiping about boys, and book club, Lauren and I have been hanging out on the regular.
Because really… what else is there in life?
We decided to do a swap. I, of course, graciously accepted the Thanksgiving food made with love and packed by Lauren’s g’ma and mom.
And, in turn, I invited Lauren over for a mini friendsgiving to close out Thanksgiving weekend.
Seemed like a fair trade. Or close. Being as how my cooking skills are limited, I may have come out ahead. But who’s really counting?
…I have good friends. And they have families who know how to throw down in the kitchen.
This is why I haven’t had to cook pretty much all week.
And this is why I’ve been busy running over 4 miles every morning this week.
The end of the leftovers are being consumed for lunch today.
Who wants to cook for me next?