There are a couple of posts doodling away in my head. Comparison of US and UK pre-elementary education, how much it sucks to lose internet connectivity when you are calling home on Thanksgiving, ongoing battles with the recycling program, how to make a Thanksgiving dinner in one hour when every.square.inch of your house is stacked christmas-tree high with boxes, several days out, mince pies, ladies lunches, the bizarre fashion trend of wearing tights — just tights — without pants, and how it is totally, totally okay to suddenly start crying to the radio when you are going to pick your kids up from school. (You’re a human being, congratulations.)
But I’ll be honest: I’m tired. And while I know the unpacking will end, at this moment I don’t quite believe it. So I’m going to leave you with a mystery.
This morning when I opened my box of veg I found this staring at me:
What is it? How to prepare it? And if I drop any blood on it, will it come alive?