I hate winter, but I’ll miss these lights…
December was a sugar-coated whirlwind of activities that didn’t let up until the 26th, which begins WM and I lovingly call … Sloth Week. Schools are closed and TNP is closed until January 2. That leaves us here in the House on Literary Lane with NO OBLIGATIONS! (other than dog care, housekeeping, hygiene, the usual.)
The family was great to me as usual. I got both a drone and a guitar, making me 100% more annoying than usual.
This year I baked fewer cookies than ever and it still looks like I’m going to end up throwing a bunch out.
This year I baked:
- Dark chocolate candy cane cookies (I did not use bright white candy melts or black cocoa)
- Peanut Butter Blossoms
- Red-Plaid cookies
- Spritz cookies (this is a PDF of the instructions that came in my cookie press. My recipe is the butter cookie one toward the end.)
Oh, and I ran the cookie swap at TNP, so I baked the vanilla/chocolate version of the dark chocolate candy cane cookies for that. But that’s it! No snickerdoodles, no royal frosting, no pizzelles. Maybe we just have too many cookie-conscious adults and not enough gluttonous children these days.
Back to Sloth Week. On the 26th we did NOTHING. On the 27th we entered the sunshine and went to PJ Whelihan’s for wings and beer. Today WM replaced the door going to our garage and I finally went to a hair salon.
I stopped coloring my hair in July of 2017, planning on letting my gray come in and being a natural aging hippie crone. (Un)fortunately I only have 8 gray hairs. Today I had some dark put into the roots and some toner put on the ends to turn them from brassy to ashy.
I think the rest of this time off includes a lasagna, a trip to Home Depot, and a new lipstick. What’s coming in 2019? A no-spend and dry January, for starters.
It’s the holiday season, mofos! More importantly there’s only about 3 weeks until the sunshine starts coming back into my life so cheers to that.
This year we had Thanksgiving at my cousin S’s house and I was asked to bring … MASHED POTATOES. You guys. This was big, because mashed potatoes is one of the dishes that is mission-critical to the feast. I was honored and broke out my favorite cookbook — Mark Bittman’s How to Cook Everything — for the occasion.
If this were a food blog, I’d tell you a 20-paragraph story about how as I peeled fifteen pounds of potatoes to feed my family I fully blossomed into the nurturing mothergoddess I was meant to be, and tie in my vacation to Tibet where I only THOUGHT I found enlightenment but I am not that food blogger so here’s the mashed potato recipe I used. It’s stupidly simple! Potatoes, milk, butter, water, and garlic for one pan. Oh, and I never went to Tibet.
WM was running a fever so he stayed home and I flew solo. I made sure he got a plate of leftovers. He’s doing better now and so far I’m still not sick. Win/win.
On Friday, Mom and I went shopping for the first time in five years! I love shopping on Black Friday, which makes me a rare bird anymore. I don’t go out at midnight or on Thanksgiving, so by the time I hit the shops at 8am, the doorbusters are still on and the crowds are friendly. I finished up the gifts for Nephews A and B, bought gifts for various white elephants and my giving tree family and bought myself a copy of a sweater I likely wore in 1989 but is back in fashion.
I was thankful for the shopping because Mom had A SUMMER last year chock full of surgeries and casts and a walker and a knee immobilizer and all sorts of appliances. This time last year I was cropping her cane out of photos. This year she wore me out.
We ended up hitting 15 stores.
The rest of the weekend was spent decorating the house while in a food coma. I’ll have pictures of that eventually. Today I worked from home in thick socks and elastic-waist pants. It was divine.
If this were a shopping blog, I’d have a billion affiliate codes and sales to check out, but I’m not that blogger so the only advice I have is this: Target photo is offering 60% off of photo prints today, but only if you get them shipped home. If you’re thinking of filling those empty frames in the basement, or updating the 15 year old photos on your wall, pour yourself a cup of coffee and upload some photos. The interface is crappy, but hey – 60% off is pretty good! Every fall I try to update at least half of the photos in my house. I don’t even have a good photo of Nephew B framed yet — but I will in a few days!