Thanksgiving is officially over, but my sister flies into Minneapolis/St. Paul this afternoon, and we'll bring her back to my brother's house to complete the guest list. Then, we'll have our own feast this evening, complete with our Polish/Lithuanian/Czech embellished holiday. I am responsible for making houska, a sweet bread that I think used to just get made at Easter, but now has become a staple at all of our holidays. In fact, I need to get up and get that going! We also make kugelis, which is a potato, onion, and bacon savory cake (to be simplistic about its description) topped with sour cream.
I'm finding I fill up more quickly than I used to, so I'm going to have to sacrifice with small amounts of everything. Or just draw out the meal over a couple of hours...
The other night, I'm pretty sure I felt the baby move, but I don't want to make any assumptions. It felt like a little flip that was different than other rumblings and pressure I've felt thus far. I need a few more of those to be certain about what I'm feeling.
Quit worrying about Mr. Belvedere, and start working on the houska. I'll be there in 4 hours. Chop, chop.
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