..you might ask. Oh you know, the usual stuff; making things, baking things, and hanging elves.
The Christmas baking went well. I made knock-off Harry and David almond blackberry galettes that are so good that they make me swear when I eat them. To what do I swear? To diet. In January. After the cookies run out. After all, my Wii is already telling me that I am obese.
I suppose I shouldn’t take it too seriously. It also tells me that my fitness age is 33 and that my ideal weight is 119 pounds. I haven’t weighed 119 pounds since grade ten. Before Christmas in grade ten.
I also made a new recipe of white chocolate, macadamia nut and cranberry cookies. They are also good but they don’t make me swear. I do fear eating too many of them though, so I have been giving them out to anyone who comes to the door: postal workers, package delivery guys. I forced the last fellow who came to take extra. Better on his friggin’ hips. Hmmm, perhaps they are swear-worthy.
Yesterday I made lemon-ginger marmalade. It is more gingery than lemony and oh so tasty. It will be competing for space on my hips. That is because it has waaa-aay more sugar than it does marma or lade in it. I might have to start forcing marmalade onto people at the door as well.
What about the elves? NO!!!! Not lynching! Hanging elf decorations. And they really aren’t elves. I think they are more along the line of travelling minstrels.
I was intrigued when I saw them in the Christmas room at the thrift store. They are quite large, about eight inches high and heavy. Can’t figure where they are from or what is their purpose; they’d haul the branch down to the carpet if you tried to hang them on the tree. So I hung them from a ceiling hook. They got me to thinking: maybe they are not really Christmas ornaments. Perhaps they are Shakespeare’s birthday ornaments or summer solstice ornaments. Which got me wondering what really makes any ornament a Christmas ornament. But more on that next post. I’m going to go have a cup of tea and hang out with my new minstrel friends. Give me a leg up to that hook will you, please and thanks.
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