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thanksgiving!

a time for food! a time for family! a time for pretty cars! a time for television!

today DirectTV was installed at the apartment. yes it's a dumb purchase. but you try living with someone for the first time and only having one television channel. it's rough! especially when we really don't go out much. so, we moved some things around (The Man canceled his gym membership) to pay for satalitte. after working in the cable industry i feel like a traitor. but the apartment has the hookups for DirectTV and they had an amazing deal within our very low price range. so even though i feel like an idiot for buying it, i think it will be one of those little things you have to give yourself and your family each month. like pedicures. (which i haven't had this month...hmm...)

we are both away from our families, but tried to make the most of it by hanging out with the family of one of The Man's coworkers. i cooked a few things to take over and they were well received!
i made cranberry sauce from scratch using a recipe from www.thepioneerwoman.com. look how pretty the cranberries are.
family recipe macaroni and cheese. creamy melty cheesy goodness!

i also made a spinach and mushroom quiche and blueberry pancakes for breakfast. num num num.

and for sweets, i made caramel bottom cake. this is the top, all covered in chocolate, toffee, and caramel. what's that, tummy? there's more of this in the kitchen? well we will just have to do something about that right this minute.

we also went to the LA Auto Show on Thanksgiving. it's a car man's dream. The Man went into Ford Saleman mode more than a few times, but it was rather cute. i'm going to post some pictures of shiny automobiles that i can't name. i hope you enjoy!

i miss my honda :(



oh God yes. i want this car. and if it just so happens to come with the English eye candy in gray suits who were talking about it, i'm okay with that.
every other car was "okay, babe, if you ever want to get me something this would be the car." as soon as they finish building the five car garage, hun.

yessss. the gangster car. who's a boss? this car.

now it's time to start hanging Christmas decorations and, oooooh wait. cake and TV. that sounds a little bit better.

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