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happy pie day!
Well, that's what my grandmother & I called it, because when I was little she and I spent all day in the kitchen making the pies for the extended family Thanksgiving (and my Mema's idea of family extended halfway across the state, as we sent boxes of the full US standard Thanksgiving meals out in a dozen different directions. She made a 22 lb turkey for the blood family, plus another one for the people she was feeding and her sons-in-law and nephews and even some of the guys who drove for the bakery my grandfather ran started delivering food around noon. I feel a little wimpy to only have one 13 pounder about to be brined.)
Back to the important stuff: I have a pecan pie in the oven and a pumpkin one on the cooling racks and I'm debating whether to make a mini apple/cranberry. (Yeah, it's just us this year, and possibly not even BabyBoy as he's just finished up his semester and is being extra cautious about bringing anything home. If it's nice enough, we'll set up on the deck but it's looking awfully cloudy out there even now. We'll see.) But you can never have too much pie, right?
In other news, I started posting a Darcy/Steve fic I've been poking at for years--I have somewhere around 15K words and I decided to scare my writing brain into finishing the damn thing by throwing it out there as a WiP, so the first chapter is up: baby, won't you swing it with me.
It's a loose sequel to losing control of the whole world (a guide to surviving thanksgiving atstark avengers tower), which is the fic that kept me sane the year my dad had a heart attack the day before Thanksgiving (when it is *impossible* to get anywhere in the US without hours and hours of extra time, because even in matters beyond his conscious control, my dad was a serious piece of work, as they say.)
Anyway.
That first fic is the fluffiest thing I think I've ever written and the sequel isn't much sharper, but hey, it's the holidays and it's 2020 and my brain feels we all need a little bit of sugar-coated, cottony fluff to ease out of the year.
Back to the important stuff: I have a pecan pie in the oven and a pumpkin one on the cooling racks and I'm debating whether to make a mini apple/cranberry. (Yeah, it's just us this year, and possibly not even BabyBoy as he's just finished up his semester and is being extra cautious about bringing anything home. If it's nice enough, we'll set up on the deck but it's looking awfully cloudy out there even now. We'll see.) But you can never have too much pie, right?
In other news, I started posting a Darcy/Steve fic I've been poking at for years--I have somewhere around 15K words and I decided to scare my writing brain into finishing the damn thing by throwing it out there as a WiP, so the first chapter is up: baby, won't you swing it with me.
It's a loose sequel to losing control of the whole world (a guide to surviving thanksgiving at
Anyway.
That first fic is the fluffiest thing I think I've ever written and the sequel isn't much sharper, but hey, it's the holidays and it's 2020 and my brain feels we all need a little bit of sugar-coated, cottony fluff to ease out of the year.