It's Wednesday, so you know what that means. That's right, I hiked today and am beat. Then I came home and baked cookies for a bake sale, and I just posted a recipe over at Wednesday Food Blogging, so get on over there and see what else I've been cooking, and not just on Wednesday.
Now I have to bathe the dog. In the cow pasture we hiked through she found a delicious smelling odor and decided to spread it all over her neck. My poor friend had to ride in the back seat with her on the way home. Yet somehow, our conversation centered on Thanksgiving food.
I think the dog probably took that as a sign that we humans are reacting appropriately to her subtle scent signals. "I smell like livestock; they talk about roasting giant birds. Must try this again."
Of course we're not having birds for Thanksgiving here, nor anything much at all. It's not a holiday here, and I have class. But if you're looking for something non-Thanksgivingy, try Open Lasagna with Butternut Squash and Spinach.
See? Here I go talking about food, when there's a stinky dog under my desk. That's the smell of Wednesday.