I’m baking today, and I’m actually kind of looking forward to it. I like puttering around the kitchen, listening to music and making the house smell good while the cats keep me company underfoot. I’m getting two of the more complicated pies out of the way today, saving the third (a cream pie) for tomorrow morning. Tomorrow I’m throwing together the veggie casserole, cutting up veggies and cheese and summer sausage for a pair of platters, mixing up a couple of tubs of dip, and that’s the total extent of my Thanksgiving preparation. Which is fine by me, though I actually enjoy the hustle that accompanies sole responsibility of the Thanksgiving meal.
I haven’t given much thought to what I’ll prepare for Christmas. It’ll either be lobster, which we haven’t done for a couple of years, or last year’s standing rib roast, which I need to do again and take pictures of this time.
I’ve given NO thought to Christmas presents, none at all. Since the kids became adults, we went from the usual PILE of presents under the tree, to a single gift for each and cards with money. And no tree. Somehow, it seems harder to pick out just ONE present for each, than a whole ton of loot for both of them.
I told Bill I want a watch from Fossil that doesn’t have a leather strap, and perfume that isn’t Clinique Happy. As for Bill, I know he just wants to continue to arm himself in preparation for the zombie apocalypse. I should totally get him an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle.
(Yes, I got the title from A Christmas Story, though it has no relation whatsoever to the content of the entry. It’s my blog and I can be nonsensical if I want to. Still, wouldn’t that make a GREAT name for a blog or alternative music band? The whole quote goes, “In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.” It’s my favorite line from the movie.)