Tradition!

Thanksgiving is tomorrow, and, like last year, I will be spending the day feasting on delicious food at my significant other's parents' house in Long Island.

This year I have a hankering to bring a little LaSota to the table. I won't be celebrating any part of the Thanksgiving weekend with my own blood relatives (a rarity, considering it's my mom's favorite holiday), so I'm going to bring a little of my own tradition to the dinner table tomorrow, gonna represent LaSota style.

And so...I just made my first Spinach Casserole (yes, it deserves to be capitalized). A staple at LaSota holiday dinners, the Spinach Casserole was, I believe, devised as a way to get kids to eat vegetables. The Spinach Casserole, you see, does not taste like vegetables. This is due to a careful (over-)cooking process whereby all nutritional value is squeezed out of several packages of frozen chopped spinach, which is then blended harmoniously with sour cream and dry onion soup mix, then topped off with plenty of butter and bread crumbs and parmesan cheese.

Yum.

Gourmet it ain't, but tradition it is. Yummy tradition.

The DNC...

I just checked out my sister's blog, as I often do, and I realized just how behind I am in posting on this here blog o' mine. My sister Sarah often has moments of slagging behind in her own blog (which she shares with her husband, Nathan - Sarah's writing is in the column on the right)...but both my sister and brother-in-law have been posting like crazy since this Democratic National Convention began. And they are not Obama supporters! (Heck, they're not even Democrats...though my sister USED to be, but that's another story, I suppose...care to elaborate, Sarah?).

Anyhoo...thought I'd just drop a line here as I sit at home watching the DNC on PBS, waiting for Obama's speech in an hour or so.
I'm excited to hear the speech, though I fear it will be a lot of preaching to the choir (sorry, Sarah and Nathan, I guess that plays right into your view of Obama as a man with a messianic complex). But if it IS preaching to the choir, well, that's not so bad if it at least manages to get the choir fired up to work for the campaign.

OK, back to the pundits for me for now, but before I go, a wee little story:

As I walked from the subway station to my apartment building after work today, I passed a man hawking some goods on the corner. He had his palm stretched out, with about five buttons resting on that palm. "Obama, Obama!" He was selling Obama buttons.
Yes, I live in a very Obama-supportive neighborhood. And, yes, I am an Obama supporter.