I am going to spend one of my first Thanksgivings apart from fam. The last one was in Japan and involved a lot of sushi and salad sprinkled with tiny fish with big eyes. I'm not sure what to expect from this one. I will make Thanksgiving dinner with my fella. I've become privy to his mad*-cooking skills. He's become privy to the fact that I am very mischevious with food that is easily flickable or smearable. I can't help it- it's like edible paint-and his face, my unwilling canvas.
medium: ink, prisma colors, bits of carrots and peas, mashed potatoes, a drumstick, and a piece of mushy pun-kin pie
*mad, in the parlance of our times, means 'very good'.
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