I stayed up late scooping roasted pumpkin, seasoning pans, chilling champagne, and peeling potatoes to make my Thanksgiving meal prep a little smoother today. I even burned my hand! Still, I woke up to find that the peeled potatoes had unaccountably molded over night, even though my house is so so cold, and I don't know how that's even possible for that to happen so fast. I went to put cinnamon in my pie and discovered someone (me, certainly, I'm the person who buys loose bulk spices and puts them places) had put an unmarked bag of cumin in the little baking spice jar where I usually keep my cinnamon, ginger, cloves. Cumin in my pie! It's so perfect and funny. It's classic - so old-fashioned! Will my cream spoil next, or my soufflé fail to rise? Will I crack an egg and find a little bloody chicken fetus instead of a beautiful round yolk? If this is curse bullshit, I'm genuinely starting to like it.