For Christmas so far I have:
- Emptied, cleaned, replaced the cat litters.
- Washed dishes. Thrice.
- Washed my “delicates”. (I’m thinking once you get to a certain band size and a certain cup size, they are no longer “delicate”. Check and double check.)
But it’s not all fun and games here. I DID open Christmas packages, go on a very long walk in snow-covered majestic-ness, and cook all sorts of tempting goodies which meant my very long walk should have been a very, very long walk but whatever. It’s Christmas.
One item I made for myself for this holiday season was a cheesecake. It came out wonderfully. I’ve had three pieces now (breakfast, lunch, dinner…what?) and each time I marvel at how genius it was to make the crust out of spekulatius (German spice cookies) because nothing says “awesome dessert” the way step 1 of a recipe calls for, “Take a complete dessert in its own right (cookies) and mash it with 6 tablespoons of melted butter.”