Happy Turkey Day, peep holes. Well, for the people living in the US of A, of course, altho I don’t know anyone here who can actually trace back their roots to the Mayflower, the harbingers of smallpox, or the American Indians with their generous disclosures of how to raise maize.

I made (with Mr. W’s assistance) 2 lowfat, reduced calorie chocolate cheesecakes. By substituting Splenda for sugar, Neufchatel cheese for cream cheese, Special Dark chocolate for milk chocolate, leaving out the butter, sour cream, and by using premade reduced cal pie crust, I’ve managed to get each slice to about 150 calories. But I will never cook with Splenda again. Remember the NutraSweet aftertaste? Splenda has it. After you swallow the cheesecake, your mouth suddenly tastes sweetness, and your tongue sorta goes all over your mouth in a hunt. There’s no food in here, but something is sweet! Where is it? Where is it? It’s all rather confusing for my brain to process. I will be serving the cheesecake tonite with loads of Hershey’s syrup (fat free) and fat free whipped cream.

Speaking of the dinner tonite, Mr. W and I are having Thanksgiving at his best friend’s house, and I hear they’ve been up cooking since the wee hours of the morning, and his best friend has already made numerous trips to the market for things they’d forgotten. It’s gonna be an outdoorsey, campfirey Thanksgiving in Huntington Beach. I can’t say I’ve done that before, but I’m sure it’s gonna be fun. I like being outside (sometimes), and his friend’s backyard is so…Martha Stewart with a nautical theme.

After dinner we’re splitting up for the rest of the weekend. Mr. W’s going to visit his parents in Las Vegas, and I’m hoping to get some of my neglected chores done, plus spend some time with the god-family, the ‘rents, and the puffy fur-everywhere-leaver. Wow. Friday, Saturday and Sunday all to myself. What to do, what to do? Heh heh*.

* “Heh heh” means probably nothing because I’m Procrastination’s bitch lately.