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holiday baking for the slightly demented

holiday braking

Are you feeling it? Not the amnesiac impulse that leads to you to truly believe you can operate a sewing machine, pastry bag (or whatever instrument is your personal Martha Stewart Waterloo) like a boss, not the bubbly energy that suggests you can mingle cheerfully and with durably good hair at multiple holiday gatherings in a single day, not the vain hope that you can get to (and out of) the post office three days before Xmas with your dignity and errand timetable intact.  Not those things.  We are all (right?) grappling with those demons.  I am wondering if you are feeling what Mrs Wroblewski, my sister’s college-era landlady, called “too much party.” The tiny houses are done.  This year I managed to avoid a 3peat of the ‘Bake Em Wrong First‘ fiasco, which is a significant advancement.  But the process is not automated yet.  It continues to be lunacy. This year it was lunacy in good company, as two friends enabled joined me. Blessings on their heads. So that’s done.  And the little hoggies …


spoon fed

I will not bore or horrify you with further scenes from the front.  No blow-by-blow on the ewe with the prolapse and the vet’s MacGyver-esque repair thereof ( let’s just say he put the “butt” back in buttons), no cataloging of the rest of the week’s adventures with intramural swapping of head cold and stomach flu germs, no tally on the number of dirty towels generated by cold lambs taking a spa break by the woodstove indoors. None of that.  Just a little gooey lamb photography, and a travelogue of cooking fantasies.  You will note my armchair travel was mainly routed through pudding territory.  What I want, when I feel taxed, is something from a spoon. Not pudding, but visually appealing: this blog (I can tell that both her kitchen and her sketchbooks would be very tidy, which is inspirational), and these cake servers, for the casually elegant, hip and funky, mismatched vintage groovy stylish life I lead in my mind. This king of all rice puddings, which I devoured, despite making it absolutely wrong …

kid's birthday treats for special diets


Judging by the tire tracks on my get-up-and-go and the fact that 66% of my children are back to school, I think the holidays are over. That was some ride. Eight years ago, I took that ride enormously pregnant, and at the end of the holidaze, had a large baby boy to show for it.  So a birthday party features prominently among our holiday festivities now, but given the realities of the season does not always find me at my fresh and lovely best.  When he was little, we could celebrate with a little party, just family and a friend or two, but now he is big and we can’t. Sometimes we have a little family do on the day proper, and defer the big classmates party until the holiday dust has settled a little.  The advantage is a week or two of planning, made possible by the clearing of the holiday decks.  The other side of the delaying coin is that we turn the occasion into a weeks-long festival of birthday on top of …