The cradle Catholic inside me during the “O Holy Night” chorus:
The cradle Catholic inside me during the “O Holy Night” chorus:
- dressing >>> stuffing. I’m not trying to spend my night in the ER
- pecan pie >>> pumpkin pie
- fresh cranberry sauce. canned is too sweet and you need the tartness to cut through all the fat
- dry brining. Wet brining doesn’t let the skin crisp
- dressing >>> stuffing. I’m not trying to spend my night in the ER
- pecan pie >>> pumpkin pie
- fresh cranberry sauce. canned is too sweet and you need the tartness to cut through all the fat
- dry brining. Wet brining doesn’t let the skin crisp
The three spirits:
The three spirits:
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no in-between
When your pride is on the floor
I'll make you beg for more
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no in-between
When your pride is on the floor
I'll make you beg for more
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean
Means small craft advisory
Like the lost catacombs of Egypt, only God knows where we stuck it
Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in your South Seas
But I got this notion that the motion of your ocean
Means small craft advisory