November updates

We’ve already talked about the biggest event of the month: I moved to Boston! Well, technically I live in Cambridge. But given that the list of places I can get to without mapping it remains in the single digits (grocery stores, work, this one bar that hosts the Moth), I think we can all agree that no one should take offense.

November updates | fchem101.com

And speaking of work… it still pretty much blows my mind that I show up at America’s Test Kitchen every day. I have a key, you guys. Whoa. Granted, my job responsibilities at the moment skew heavily toward measuring out ingredients for recipes into little plastic tubs and putting away groceries—not exactly the makings of an action movie. But while I’m weighing out flour and peeling garlic, I also get to work with an incredible group of people who make more versions of every single recipe than I thought was possible in search of perfection. Between the endless testing, the incredible array of every kitchen implement known to man, and the professional photography, this job is making my little blog project seem very, well, humble. Let’s call it inspiration, shall we?

November also brought one of my favorite holidays: Thanksgiving. No surprise there, given how much I love great food, but it’s also a day that means family and friends and stopping to think about how incredibly lucky I am. I haven’t made it home for the feast in Portland the past several years, and I always get really homesick. Fortunately I soon became too full for homesickness as my college friend Alice and an endless procession of friends, neighbors, and siblings prepared and demolished an absurdly humongous and absolutely delicious Thanksgiving dinner. It was incredible. Thanks so much to everyone in Woods Hole!

November updates | fchem101.com

November updates | fchem101.com

November updates | fchem101.com

Now that Thanksgiving has officially ushered in the season of infinite cookies, I cannot wait for the holidays! I love all of the decorations and twinkly lights and Christmas music—but only the oddly specific and definitely strange albums from my childhood. Any other Roger Whittaker fans out there? It’s not Christmas without Darcy the Dragon!