No, technically that is dressing

I assume you’re a better person than me and don’t do this, but right now I am absolutely fantasizing about just leaving the dishes and whatever is sticky all over the counters, moving house, and starting a new life… That’s what I imagine when you say you rent a house for thanksgiving and fully support it.

This was me watching Yorkshire puddings rise this morning. Like a delicious version of those shitty little fireworks snakes, it’s mesmerizing!