Food 20 Dec 2005 10:36 am
I’m having tea and cookies….
One of my chickens is playing at a friends’ house….probably hours with a game system and hours more in the woods shooting things. Another chicken, who fell into a clean toilet this morning head first, is bathed and has been nursed and cozied up, and now is napping. The other two are nibbling cookies and watching “George Shrinks”, a fun cartoon about a kid who shrinks to a miniture stature, has many adventures doing regular things as a result, and has great jazz in the background. George is, after all, the child of an artist and a jazz musician. Wins over Pokemon anyday.
And so my tea is warm and I can feel it go all the way down. Maybe it will reach my toes and relieve the tingling numbness. We just got back from the post office so that I could send out my own cookie parcels. May a spare angel or two accompany them else I fear they will be but crumbs upon thier arrival. The dingbat at the PO, albeit friendly, looked as if she’d not seen cookie packages needing boxes before. She actually suggested I mail them in an envelope!!! Alas, they made it into recycled boxes that I still had to pay for, with crumpled priority mail envelopes stuffed in to keep the shifting to a minimum. Family: should they reach you a pulvarized mess, please use them to top a yellow cake and call it “crumb cake”.
…hmmm….The tang in that bite of apricot pastry was perfection, melting in my mouth with a swish of tea. Time for the spritz. It’s green. Erin used to make pink and green spritz cookies; ones I used to shun until she’d discovered Martha and began using real butter. A spritz with crisco just ain’t the same. This one today is green. It’s light and thin. I could see one consuming several under the guise that they haven’t had much as “they are so small”. ‘rin probably rolled all these out and cut them with cutters without a mess on her countertop. She’s always been better at that than I, which why my selections are all drop cookies and hers are all rolled! Well, all but the buttermilk sugars, which are David’s favorites far and away, and what I’d endure making almost no matter what to see the look of happy delight on his face when we walks in and sees a plate full.
It’s cold here today. The birds, the chickadees, the wrens, the robins, and the woodpeckers were all here promptly at noon. They made short work of the popcorn and cranberries we’d strung out for them. The feeder gets refilled every other day….little pigs that they are! We are probably on some kind of “run” they make on area spots; I can just about set my clock by thier arrival.
Dinner is a potfull of Bolognese sauce and pasta. Too bad there’s no wine. When we get through this financial hump, wine will return and we’ll take a BIG break from anything calling for dried beans. I got the bread and rolls done this morning; my best batch yet, thanks to the addition of some honey. What happy seredipity that I can now bake bread! Coming in from our errands to a house full of bread-scent was priceless.
Lookie there…. No tree, no long gift list, no last minute harried shopping trips, and we’re having a very merry christmas, resplendent with coziness, comfort, joy, and hope for the future. I’ve been blessed to recieve cards, parcels from family we love and miss, and see my pretty and lit garlands. Saturday brings a warm pot of seafood gumbo and a service at church; sunday will be Eggs Benedict with hot chocolate, church and worship, and a dinner doing something with ham. Then we get to prepare for our very much anticipated visit with family for New Year’s.
“We interupt this picturesque and verbose blog to announce that two young small fry are in the kitchen arguing over who gets which cookie and who breathed on what. Intervention is advised and should be immediate”
Life goes on.
