We began our traditional Christmas Eve with the opening of one gift. The teenager wanted us to open what he had bought for everyone--his first time on his own. What a delight to find a lovely Japanese tea set wrapped in plain brown wrapping. The kid got a computer program and the hub received a wonderful writing pen with his name engraved. It's nice watching your oldest begin to mature and take on little responsibilities. It does a mother's heart good.
I then proceeded to make my chocolate chip cookies, which I make every Christmas Eve to make sure Santa gets the "good cookies" as the teenager used to call them when he was little. Can't give Santa the bad cookies, Lord forbid.
The kid turned on A Sound of Music, which we have to watch every Christmas Eve. Just listening to the music and singing along made the cookie cooking go by so fast. Gee, I'm going to have to start using the larger oven when cooking cookies. Three to a sheet just ain't right. We never did make it to the second tape. Lordy, yesterday went by in a whiz! It was 1 a.m. and I still had presents to wrap. Not many, mind you. And, I'm not one of those fancy shmancy wrappers for the family. I know they're just going to rip it off anyway.
The doc had given me some cough syrup for nighttime with some sort of narcotic in it. I tell you, I sure did dream. Like in ALL night! The next thing I knew, the kid was in our room, turning the lights on ready to hit floor! I think I was still pretty dozy and decided to put off making Christmas breakfast until later. I normally like making it before the sun rises, but not this year. Maybe that's a thing of the past. We'll see.
As promised I started my country cooking, albeit later than usual. Ok, you know about me and baking. There's just no chemistry there. Still isn't. I'm not going to give up. I'm not going to give up. That is my New Year's resolution, and I will NOT GIVE UP! Gee whiz. I was all ready for some homemade biscuits and they just stuck to everything. I was just ripping those puppies as I tried lifting them off the liner. Pout. Thank goodness, I had my trusty rolls in the freezer. hehe.
No one seemed to notice, or care after we all sat down. The teenager's friend (also known as my other son because he lived with us for a little while and practically still does!) arrived just in time to sit down to a hearty breakfast. OMG, look at all that hair between the both of them! (There is fruit at the other side of the table, really!)
Mom wasn't awake at the crack of dawn like we were this morning, so I waited to give her her presents. She is always so excited about everything. I know she's been missing me--my being quarantined and all; so it was good to sit down and enjoy Christmas morning. Even her dog, Frankie, got a little something in his stocking. That dog cracks me up!
I think Bella has it right. This is what I want to be doing right now. Maybe if I use that plug and plug myself in, I can get a burst of energy. I need it. I have a chocolate pie to make and I don't want to--whaaaaaaa. Maybe there will be time for a nap afterwards. Let's hope! I'm pooped!
Hope you all are enjoying your Christmas Day.
Update: Of course there's an update, being the worst baker ever. I am here to say that the Baking Gods are truly testing my eagerness to get it. Gawd. Can it be so hard? I simply amaze myself each and every time I go to bake. I don't have any problems cooking; but when it comes to baking, OMG!! Case and point: I start making my chocolate pie. Make the Oreo crust. Bake it. BURN it. (Remember, I have no sense of smell at this point.) OMG. Ok, I had to use the large oven because my PIE PLATE WON'T FIT, yes, that's right, it WON'T FIT in the small oven. Ok. Granted, I have only cooked meats in the large oven, but I pulled out the thermometer, got the temp exactly and it still BURNED!! Ok ok, no prob. I'll just make another one, plenty of Oreos where they came from. Put them in the blender and darn if I don't chip my wooden spoon into the mix! Mmmm, that's nice and crunchy! Ya think I should have just gone for it? LOL. (And it was one of my favorite spoons.) UNBELIEVABLE! Am I a riot or what? Givin' up. For tonight anyway. Even postponed Christmas dinner until tomorrow. Lord have mercy. I'm walking away shaking my head. Just don't get it. Literally.
But through it all, my sidekick stood by me. She's my angel with fur.
8 comments:
I am glad you are on the road back to good health. What a bummer to get sick at Christmas. I wish I could have been there for your Christmas breakfast. That looks really good. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
LOL! Very good to hear you back on form, and having fun in the kitchen! Glad to hear you had a good time anyway!
Glad you had a Merry Christmas and feeling much better. Repeat after me.."next year I get my flu shot". LOL
Don't give up on baking. Its fun.
It seems like you had a good time and that you are feeling better! Great to hear that!
Your cookies look scrumptious! Lucky Santa ;-P!
Cheers,
Rosa
P.S. I have saved your magazines for the coming free days (as I was away). I'm going to enjoy reading them by candlelight while sipping a glass of Port... A cozy weekend in view!
Once again, THANKS EVER SO MUCH!!!
Oh, Rosemary -- being offline for a bit and now I catch up and discover you had the FLU! Not fun, is it? But at least you were able to feel well enough to do your wonderful tradtions! What a warm and wonderful holiday you had!
Merry Christmas/Happy New Year! (I have to tell you -- Stimpy used to eat his every meal sitting on the kitchen stool. What is it about orange and white cats and stools?!!!
Bakin' or not, you are one incredible lady!!! Happy new year dear friend!!!
Quite an eventful Christmas! Hope you're feeling better by now. It's no fun being sick at Christmas, is it (says she, with bronchitis, now on second round of antibiotics)? Lovely photos. xo
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