At some point during February, I gave up.
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At some point during February, I gave up.
When our brand-new oven died, for the second time, in early December, I was sadly facing down the very real prospect of a cookie-less Christmas. My preferred method for 95% of my cooking is to use actual heat because I think it’s universally agreed upon that you cannot microwave a batch of cookies. (I typically only use the microwave [which I can’t write anymore without thinking about Nigella Lawson] to heat water for my nightly cup of tea.) I even hesitate to warm a cookie in the microwave, though I’ve done it.
I know that many of my fellow and sister white folks who live in the United States annually take some time to reflect on both the origins and the consequences of the first Thanksgiving, as I do. I am not thankful for that first boatload of Europeans, though my ancestors were among those that took advantage of the blood-soaked ground they left for others to build upon. Only a psychopath (which I am mostly not) would miss the paradox of celebrating such a terrible legacy.