My wife makes this dish of mashed turnips and potatoes called rutmush (pronounced “root moose”). It’s a traditional Italian Swedish thing, apparently. I am not fond of it at all. The first Thanksgiving we had together, I thought it was just mashed potatoes. I was…wrong.
Another break draws to a close. But Christmas is just around the corner!
Oh God, Christmas is just around the corner…
Seriously, I married the best person in the world.
Someday, my artist will be able to get the second page of the super-secret comic project drawn, and then we can maybe start posting it over at its site. Until then, have a sketch of the main character (who’s also the main character of my novel).
To all my American followers, happy Thanksgiving! To everyone else, happy, um, Thursday, I guess.
Thanksgiving preparations have begun. We’re mostly eating sides this year, much like…well, every year, actually.
Bodily harm is a real concern when dealing with the Branco family.
Typing!
My wife started cross stitching yesterday. She really likes it, and she is in fact stitching a mustache.
Sketches From Memory 