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Today there will be some baking. Maybe we will get things sorted to make panettone as well. Then I will need to find a few random people to foist things upon. "Here you must eat your weight in butter, eggs and cream. Baby Jesus wants you to."
Senor Onion woke me up with shrieks and moans. The best way to get your Mother on your side is to wake her with a tantrum. I was able to eventually calm him and get him dressed. It has been one emotional moment after another. Right now he is sad because he took apart a remote control and he wants me to pick it up off of the floor and help him put it back together. I gently pointed out that he is capable of picking up the pieces. And now he is pretending to be blind and is happy once again. Too many personalities.
But it isn't all doom and gloom. He just finished helping me to prep dough for ice box pistachio/craisin cookies. The dough is now chilling and later on we will roll the logs in red sugar crystals, slice them up and bake them. I need to peruse the ingredient list for the Christmas pudding. I think I have nearly everything.
Tonight I will be trying out a friend's recipe for leek/gorgonzola crostini. It looks promising. I will also cook up some ravioli and make a salad and call it good.
Yesterday I was keen on the idea of having a birthday party and today not so much. I may have completely lost my yen to entertain outside of the family. There is the whole preparing for a party nonsense which I can enjoy but then there is the whole Seattle thing of no one rsvping Because they are all waiting to be invited to the co-ed topless badmitton party with free booze and quality wi-fi. Then there is the nature of people who decide not to come to some event because so and so will be there. It just makes hosting not worth it.
I think on my birthday I will cook up some steak, have some prosecco, watch a movie where people are vaguely miserable but look good while being miserable and repressed and then take pride in the fact that I don't seem to have any grey hair...yet.
Senor Onion woke me up with shrieks and moans. The best way to get your Mother on your side is to wake her with a tantrum. I was able to eventually calm him and get him dressed. It has been one emotional moment after another. Right now he is sad because he took apart a remote control and he wants me to pick it up off of the floor and help him put it back together. I gently pointed out that he is capable of picking up the pieces. And now he is pretending to be blind and is happy once again. Too many personalities.
But it isn't all doom and gloom. He just finished helping me to prep dough for ice box pistachio/craisin cookies. The dough is now chilling and later on we will roll the logs in red sugar crystals, slice them up and bake them. I need to peruse the ingredient list for the Christmas pudding. I think I have nearly everything.
Tonight I will be trying out a friend's recipe for leek/gorgonzola crostini. It looks promising. I will also cook up some ravioli and make a salad and call it good.
Yesterday I was keen on the idea of having a birthday party and today not so much. I may have completely lost my yen to entertain outside of the family. There is the whole preparing for a party nonsense which I can enjoy but then there is the whole Seattle thing of no one rsvping Because they are all waiting to be invited to the co-ed topless badmitton party with free booze and quality wi-fi. Then there is the nature of people who decide not to come to some event because so and so will be there. It just makes hosting not worth it.
I think on my birthday I will cook up some steak, have some prosecco, watch a movie where people are vaguely miserable but look good while being miserable and repressed and then take pride in the fact that I don't seem to have any grey hair...yet.
