same.

I feel like all these segregation/jim crow/white women yelling photos need to be recast as memes with “the 53%” or “53% of white women voted for Trump” or whatever nonsense Kellyannecryptkeeper is spouting emblazoned on them, lest we forget.

No thank you; more Proud Mary coverage please!

what a lovely little lady! Glad she (and you) are doing well!

homygoodness please post the recipe for that tortellini soup! everything looks so yummy!

I’d say all white. With all the intricate details, i think the shadowing can do all the ‘work’ color would do. How pretty!

I think there should be a Jez-wide viewing of this on rab.bit or something. I had to message my local ‘daily happenings’ emailer and inform them that their ‘holiday film bracket’ was invalid because it did not include this holiday gem (nor Last Holiday, which is criminally underrated)

that’s so awesome! May I ask where you learned to make it? (Or if you take orders? We’ve been playing with the idea of one for my daughter for years).

More of a “that baby wasn’t grandma’s baby, it was aunt X’s”.

Thank you! Rice is hard! (and my daddy, rest his soul, would tell you just how hard and crunchy it was that year I made Thanksgiving dinner, har har har. )*

oh my god the boiled egg. Yes ma’am! I swear I could smell the gravy! Do you put celery in your dressing? My mom swears by it.

You are the Auntie now! I am impressed. How do you handle the stress? That’s what really did me in when I made anything for the holidays; the anxiety of having to put it out there to be judged. And FWIW, Mac & Cheese is hard to get right, especially when all the damn recipes everybody tells you only has “dab”, “pinch”…

I can ask my work bestie for her mom’s recipe! This was definitely news to me.

This is the one time of year I feel bad I can’t cook worth a damn. I’ll always be Allowed In The Kitchen, because I’m Auntie age, but I feel like a fraud.

Also, Girls are Not Allowed with The Uncles. :( (at least in my family)

YES! The Airing of the Family Laundry! I was in my twenties when one thanksgiving I learned the man I had grown up calling uncle was, in fact, not an uncle. To this day, It is Not Spoken Of.

apparently it involves chutney. At least, that’s what my white friend tells me.

Oh honey, you’re from up north! They should’ve known you wouldn’t know any better. You know now, though, and that’s what matters.

aw! But are you sure you aren’t an uncle yet? Because a 10-year old “’member when fauxcused made than’sgivin’ with no greens?” joke sounds like uncle-level shit-talk. By this time, you should be able to either laugh good-naturedly about X auntie’s clearly superior cooking skills, and the stellar nature of the liquor…

that’s what I thought too: she ded.