How to Throw the Ultimate Friendsgiving
There are many reasons to host a Friendsgiving.
You know what I love? Traditional food with a twist. I’m not one of those people who hates the traditional thanksgiving food by any means (I’m not a Chandler Bing). But don’t you get tired of the same exact menu every year?
I’m not really a salad person. That’s about the understatement of the century. I generally make it a point to avoid salad at all costs.
The creamiest, dreamiest sauce on your mac ‘n’ cheese. You picturing it? Now imagine that it’s dairy-free and also full of veggies. Whaaaat???? How? Squash, that’s how. Trick your kiddos into eating their veggies with this butternut squash sauce.
I know some of you live in colder-climate places and you’re probably making fun of us southerners for being excited about temperatures below 60ºF. But whatever. We will wear our scarves proudly.
Have you guys ever seen the Friends episode where Rachel makes the trifle on Thanksgiving? She’s famously a terrible cook and Monica finally lets her help with Thanksgiving dinner by making the dessert.
Do you love gnocchi as much as I do? The first time I had it, I was in love. I mean, let’s be honest, I’ve never met a potato I didn’t like. And y’all KNOW I love me some pasta. Gnocchi is amazing because it’s …
Raise your hand if you love General Tso’s chicken. ME ME ME! I do! The crispy chicken coated in the sticky, sweet, salty sauce. *stomach growls* Yes please!
You know when it’s fall. The crisp, chilly nights practically beg you to snuggle up inside with a hot bowl of chili that warms you from the inside out while you watch the leaves fall.
Guys, it’s pumpkin season. I mean, it’s September, so it’s basically fall amirite?
Love you some bougie cocktails? Lemme guess: Old-fashioned. Manhattan. Sawyer. Sazerac. Pink Gin Pink. Champagne cocktail. Perfect storm. Death in the Gulf Stream. Angostura sour. OG martini.
Farewell, summer. I have mixed feelings about it. Mostly I’m excited for fall and coziness and pumpkin things, crisp, cool evenings and mornings, and you don’t die of heat stroke every time you try to have a fire pit to roast s’mores. But, won’t you …