Well yesterday was fun!

After E wrote his essay about the pressure to get engaged in the New York Post, we got a number of great suggestions from you on how E should propose. Some romantic (propose while skating in Rockefeller Center), others naturally suggesting putting the ring in a sandwich (but what if I don’t see it and chip a tooth on the stone?) and one involving a Venetian gondola with rocket engines. That was E’s idea. Will we need life vests?

I’ll be honest, I hadn’t thought about some flashy engagement before I read all of the comments and suggestions. I thought some roses and maybe some candles would be enough at that moment. Now, I’m kind of liking the idea of proposals that out-Kanye Kanye. At least I like brainstorming about proposals that out-Kanye Kanye.

Anyway, back to the sandwiches. The last night that we could stomach the rest of the turkey soup before pitching it, I made grilled cheeses to go with dinner. I was in the mood for something simple, warm and gooey, and for some reason craving a simple sharp cheddar grilled cheese on wheat. E wanted something sweeter. We had herbed goat cheese left over from our cheese plate for Thanksgiving, some honey and walnuts, so I made a variation on sandwich #194. I made the two sandwiches, and we snacked on them while cleaning out the leftovers in our refrigerator to make room for fresh groceries.

This week, we’ve got to get our Christmas on—it’s time to get our tree, start shopping and make some Christmas cookies. We also have to get our house decorated. Maybe I can bribe my neighbors to help with a tree trimming party. I provide booze and cookies, they provide free hands and Christmas cheer.

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