DAY TWELVE! DAY Twelve! Where are my drummers drumming? Give me some of that secular drumming though, not any of that drumming for the Apostle's Creed.
I hope you kittens don't have to go OUT. The peoples are crazy out there. They always are, but the holidays make it a nonillion times worse. And just a little pet peeve. There are these lovely devices on cars that signal which way a person may be traveling. USE THEM! Also, yellow lights at an intersection DO NOT MEAN go as fast as you can to avoid the red light. Maybe I am just getting older and more ornery, but people need to learn how to drive. Over the last few days, I have almost been hit about a dozen times by the idiocy of people who should be taking public transit and not driving a car. It makes me want to break into "I Hate People" from the 1970 Albert Finney version of Scrooge.
Here's Ann Sothern with a last minute gift idea for the holidays. HA!
Pic snatched from A Christmas Yule Blog
War in Defense of Christmas: Day One, Day Two, Day Three, Day Four, Day Five, Day Six, Day Seven, Day Eight, Day Nine, Day Ten, Day Eleven.
I will update at some point.
1:02 PM: I have a cheesecake in the oven. I will not share my cheesecake recipe. PERIOD. It is my secret recipe and I feel selfish. I will say that I never use graham crackers as a crust. I prefer butter or shortbread cookies. And, freshly grated nutmeg can be a best friend. Today I am making just a basic cheesecake with a little bit of Chambord. I have blueberries simmering in port wine as a topping. I prefer a dense cheesecake instead of those mile high fluffy ones. I might also bake a chocolate Amaretto cheesecake, but haven't decided yet. I am short on time, still have to clean this monstrosity of a house, and finally bake some cookies. Peoples are coming! I am also fighting this urge to add a little nip to my coffee, but it isn't FIVE. I try to hold firm to that rule, excluding my birthday, particularly stressful days, or vacationing abroad.
Here I go!
2:30 PM: There is nothing better than pulling a cheesecake out of the oven. Well, also eating it. This one is the annual cheesecake for a friend's family dinner. I am definitely making the chocolate Amaretto one, but maybe tomorrow morning. I think I might do some caramelized pecans for the top of that cheesecake. I have a crazy amount of pecans because my aunt's tree produced this year. I am partial to cashews and pistachios, but a good southern boy has to love pecans.
While I wait for my butter to reach room temperature for oatmeal raisin cookies, I will attempt cleaning. UGH! Four things are a necessity when peoples are coming: clean bathrooms, fresh linens, individual chocolates strategically placed in festive dishes throughout the house and lots of booze.
5 O'CLOCK PM: YAY! Cocktail hour. I have been bad and ended up on the phone instead of baking cookies or cleaning. HA! Very amusing though. IDLE ANONYMOUS GOSSIP ALERT! A friend's closeted lesbian friend has a Holy Spirit Infused SCEPTRE to heal the peoples. Call Benny Hinn because he has competition. No offense to anyone who may believe in the Holy Healing, but I haven't laughed this hard in a LONG TIME. Hopefully, I am getting pictures at some point. I HAVE TO SEE this Holy Spirit Infused Sceptre wielded by a closeted lesbian. I HAVE TO! I might have to make a road trip pilgrimage and see it in person. I guess I will bake cookies now.
6:30 PM: CHEESECAKE! I got it a bit browner than I like, but it's all good. HA!
COOKIES! A bit oddly shaped cookies. I haven't had the third cocktail and reached an Epiphany yet. Maybe if I had a Holy Spirit Infused Sceptre, Epiphanies would happen more often. HA!
10 something PM: Cookies are tasty. Oh my... I think I should Fuck Them All.
