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And So It Begins
Dec. 4th, 2010 10:12 pmWhen the world gets cold and dark, I make my house bright and warm with baking.
My better half and I were jerked out of bed in a panic this morning when our doorbell rang at 8:30 (who the heck shows up on your doorstep at 8:30 on a Saturday morning?), only to realize, with much gratitude and re-catching of breath and re-calming of heart rates, that it was just the post office delivering the first of what will likely be a series of holiday gifts. Since we don't have our tree yet, we set it in the corner where the tree will eventually go, and decided to get a start to our own holiday gift prep - which, for us, means baking.
Technically the holiday cookie prep started last weekend, with pumpkin spice balls and lemon poppy-seed spirals, but today was the first day devoted more or less completely to baking and celebrating. From the run to the grocery where the clerk did her best not to raise an eyebrow at the cart full of butter, flour, sugar, more butter, eggs, and more kinds of chips than are reasonable to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
umbran trying to find ways to fit everything into various storage spaces, it has been an amazing, bake-tastic, delicious day.
Chocolate-butterscotch layered fudge is chilling in the refrigerator, molasses spice cookies are cooling, orange-hazelnut shortbread has been set aside (I love shortbread, and I love that it will keep without being frozen), and blueberry-walnut biscotti are.... somewhere; I have confidence that my husband has made space appear for them. I have glutted myself on holiday music, and shared my kitchen with my beloved and a good friend. There was a brief incident where boiling sugar attempted a vicious uprising on the chefs, but hopefully no serious damage was done, and no blood sacrifices have been made to the kitchen gods so far.
Tomorrow there will be more molasses cookies, and cranberry pockets, and maybe, if I'm feeling industrious, eggnog snickerdoodles. And then there will be dinner with yet more friends, and what promises to be a truly, marvelously bad movie.
And then a six-day work week. But I'm not thinking about that right now. Right now, my house smells like ginger and orange (and a little bit like garlic from the lasagna we made after the cookies were done), and I have tea and a favorite old book, and I am happy.....
My better half and I were jerked out of bed in a panic this morning when our doorbell rang at 8:30 (who the heck shows up on your doorstep at 8:30 on a Saturday morning?), only to realize, with much gratitude and re-catching of breath and re-calming of heart rates, that it was just the post office delivering the first of what will likely be a series of holiday gifts. Since we don't have our tree yet, we set it in the corner where the tree will eventually go, and decided to get a start to our own holiday gift prep - which, for us, means baking.
Technically the holiday cookie prep started last weekend, with pumpkin spice balls and lemon poppy-seed spirals, but today was the first day devoted more or less completely to baking and celebrating. From the run to the grocery where the clerk did her best not to raise an eyebrow at the cart full of butter, flour, sugar, more butter, eggs, and more kinds of chips than are reasonable to
umbran trying to find ways to fit everything into various storage spaces, it has been an amazing, bake-tastic, delicious day.Chocolate-butterscotch layered fudge is chilling in the refrigerator, molasses spice cookies are cooling, orange-hazelnut shortbread has been set aside (I love shortbread, and I love that it will keep without being frozen), and blueberry-walnut biscotti are.... somewhere; I have confidence that my husband has made space appear for them. I have glutted myself on holiday music, and shared my kitchen with my beloved and a good friend. There was a brief incident where boiling sugar attempted a vicious uprising on the chefs, but hopefully no serious damage was done, and no blood sacrifices have been made to the kitchen gods so far.
Tomorrow there will be more molasses cookies, and cranberry pockets, and maybe, if I'm feeling industrious, eggnog snickerdoodles. And then there will be dinner with yet more friends, and what promises to be a truly, marvelously bad movie.
And then a six-day work week. But I'm not thinking about that right now. Right now, my house smells like ginger and orange (and a little bit like garlic from the lasagna we made after the cookies were done), and I have tea and a favorite old book, and I am happy.....
