After twelve straight hours of fluctuating between 325* and 400*, the oven will turn itself off and refuse to cooperate any longer at the most inopportune (read: turkey) time.
Sometimes, you just need a casserole.
Relatedly, after three days of casseroles, it's enough.
The effort required for a 72 hour sweatpant marathon is not to be taken lightly
I’m not above risking permanent shoulder damage if it means getting all the groceries inside in one trip.
I still know every single word to Ice, Ice Baby and can rap it with all the glory of an Appalachian Mountain White Girl
Genetics are a powerful force. You may not like some (or all) members of your family, but there’s a very real chance that you’ve inherited some of the crazy. You can either embrace it, or learn to keep it at bay, but you can’t pretend it isn’t there.
Families are hard. And expensive. As proven by my therapy bills and liquor store receipts.
College football is amazing. If there was ever any doubt, the past three weeks of it should clear that up.
Living in Alabama amongst the delusional is tough. Living here during Iron Bowl week is a version of hell that can only be helped by cheesy carb casseroles and pumpkin pie.