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Good morning friends,

 

Halloween is here which means that this newsletter should be full of pumpkin puns and the salutation should have been something like "hey gals and ghouls"... but I just can't bring myself to do it. 

 

I'll admit there is tremendous joy in watching the kids go positively apeshit while eating Cheerios in their Spiderman and Pikachu costumes. And I know that tonight millions of American kids will come wander the streets aimlessly, hopped up on corn syrup and howling "SIXSEVEN" at the moon like rabid wolves. That too brings a joy that should be felt and held. 

Did you hear about the spontaneous turkey?

 

 

I'll apologize in advance for this week's newsletter. I think that being a new mom to a 12 and 9 year old has turned the frontal and parietal lobes in my brain into a primordial soup where only dad jokes, obscure musical references and thoughts of melted cheese remain.

Hey friends,

 

Quick note before we dive headlong into the dumpster fire that will be this email.

 

Thanksgiving is right around the corner and Joe and I have been hard at work crafting this year's offerings for you. There will be turkeys, gravy, stuffing, pies, pie crust, rolls and all the veggies by that pound that you need to meticulously peel and sautée in an unreasonable amount of butter (which we will also have, along with local heavy cream and half and half if you're still dying for more fat/flavor)