Yesterday was a weird day. I spent too much time in my head, trying to finish up my memoir contest entry. The laptop was on the dining room table while the stock for the turkey soup simmered. Going from writing to cooking gave me a respite from my growing headache, and I managed to get a meal on the table and a satisfactory rewrite done by the end of the day. But the best part was taking a walk after dinner. After the sun set, there was a silver sliver stuck in the bare branches. My favorite decoration. We muttered and grumbled about Christmas stuff already set out and spewing neon, and ached to have a fireplace of our own so that we could keep the passing woodsmoke high going. “When are we going to move out to a rural homestead?” Steve asked. It’ll happen. Someday. Meanwhile, I am practicing my skills. I won’t get any contest results until March, but here are the results of the turkey soup and the chocolate chip bread pudding.