I am dreaming about making a giant vat of stuffing.
Crawling into it.
And not emerging until it's empty.
The difficulty in this?
I do not have a turkey or an oven large enough.
To hold the massive amounts of stuffing that I am envisioning.
So here I sit.
Dreaming of stuffing.
Wondering why I always must wait.
To have it only for a week out of every year.
Thinking it sick, where we stick it.
But I still love to eat it when it comes out.
You cant say that about much.
Ahhh. Stuffing.
The Good Stuff.
Enough.
About Me
- Stara
- I'm Tara. I hail from "The Mouth", good old Plymouth, Massachusetts. I have always loved to write, and talk, and experience people and things in new ways. These days, I am using my writing skills not only to tell my own stories and experiences, but to reflect on some other things I love, like fashion, vintage jewelry, and art. I think accessories make the outfit and are the key to true style! I challenge anyone who doesn't like to talk to find their way out of talking to me. I could talk the paint off a wall, I'd bet. I enjoy meeting new people and love checking them out! Guys, gals, and these days, even pets often have their own sense of style, and personality and sense of style are the cornerstones of what I think about a good portion of the time. Food and drink take up the rest. Especially wine and cheese, and no, I'm not talking whine.
Dude, you can SO make stuffing. Have you heard of Stove Top? 9 out of 10 men prefer it to mashed potatoes... (that's what HE said!)
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