I love you, Rick Astley. I love you desperately. 
(Video quality is meh but it’s actually the best I could find) 

Though my portion of the family isn’t hosting the Thanksgiving meal, I’ve been in the kitchen all morning and am currently coated in a thin layer of flour. I’ve got the bread in the oven, then I have to mix up the butter herb coating for the turkey I’m making for our household…it’s going to be a long day with a lot of eating. 
It is a rare occasion that I actually follow a recipe exactly without modifying it to my liking. Actually, this might be the first time. But I …

The photography of Elle Moss has a bizarre effect on me.  I want to stock a creepy little house on the end of a lane with her pictures and order something from UPS that needs a signature, so that when the delivery person arrives the door is cracked open and I get to follow them through the house peering at these unusual prints in the search for the missing resident.  And then when I was bored I’d jump out wearing a horse-mask and say boo.

something for horse, 8″ x 10″ …