So I made keto buns using the famous psyllium husk and almond flour recipe, and they turned out to be amazing. Better than real bread. Expensive as fuck, of course, but that’s everything keto.
I’m having a family weekend, not following news, and doing zero work. Mostly screen-free, too, except for a 4D movie “Rudolph, the Red-nosed Reindeer,” which was Klara’s first theater movie ever.
Also, I saw a goose at the supermarket for the first time ever. It cost $76. I still can’t get over it. Does anybody know why it’s so much more expensive than a duck that normally costs $20? It’s bigger but not humongously bigger. We live in a Geese Town, and the temptation to wack a bird on the head and drag it home grows.
N and I started our romantic early afternoon date with a trip to a new wine and spirits store. It does sound weird but they have really great deals, and the holiday season is starting.
We also have a romantic trip to the grocery store planned for later.
Everything is romantic when you are with the right person.
It’s way too early to congratulate me on becoming department Chair because our Dean has a maniacal dislike of foreign languages. He might not sign off on it and instead appoint somebody externally who will prepare the program for elimination.
People are complacent because they don’t get how much he hates us. I grew up in the USSR, so I’m uncommonly sensitive to the administration’s disposition.
“I don’t like this turkey,” Klara said, eyeing with disgust the beautiful bird I cooked. “I like the turkey I got at school.”
“And how was it different?”
“It was pink and square. It was very, very square, Mommy! I ate all of it!”
It’s all about the color and the shape with this child.
After a completely sober, low-carb, desert-free Thanksgiving, I woke up at 7 am to go to a workout. And I like it that way.
If somebody told me 10 years ago, I’d think they are insane.
We complain about our endless workshops and compliance trainings but things could be much worse. The Russian parliament is considering a bill that would mandate obligatory psychiatric screening of all college professors to be conducted every five years.
So here’s what we got planned for the long Thanksgiving weekend.
Today we stay at home, put up Christmas lights and outside decorations (it’s going to rain like a bastard starting tomorrow, so we have to do it now), teach Klara to read (the analyst says we have to start urgently right now), and have our Thanksgiving feast. The menu for the 3 of us is: turkey, obviously; stuffed mushrooms; cranberry sauce; balsamic glazed Brussels sprouts. And the ubiquitous pasta for Klara.
Tomorrow, we are going to a huge Christmas-themed event in St Louis.
On Saturday, Klara has a Grinch-themed playdate. N and I will use the opportunity to go to a British tea room for which we have a gift card. Then I’m taking him to a place if great emotional significance to me, which is our new local Home Goods store. Yes, I grew up in the USSR. I have an intense response to home goods stores.
On Sunday, we obviously have church, and then friends are coming over, and we’ll have a combined African / Eastern European meal to celebrate US Thanksgiving. (The friends are from Gabon).