I have a cold and there’s been a Covid outbreak on my daughter-in-law’s sister’s side of the family, so we’ve all been spending Christmas NOT getting together. Whatever we’ve got it’s keeping us away from dat baby.
For Christmas Eve, Mark and I had homemade pizza and watched Love Actually and the Christmas Ted Lasso episode that’s full of Love Actually references but actually came out in August 2021. It’s the King Arthur cheesy pan pizza, and even though the recipe says to go easy on toppings I added sausage and peppers because it’s Christmas.
Christmas Eve pizza, as it looked Christmas morning
Christmas morning trying to feel festive, I watched King Charles first Christmas message. And brought down the lite brite tree from the attic (and wiped the mouse poop off the top of the plastic bin it was stored in) and set it up next to the menorah.
Then we had biscuit cimmy buns and waffle potatoes and scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast.
We opened presents, some on facetime with Mark’s son and his wife. I got several cookie related items – Ethan & Megan gave me Rose Levy Berenbaum’s Cookie Bible, that looks good, although unfortunately the holiday cookie recipes in it do not fully replace my Rose’s Christmas Cookies book that I continue to use, but is falling apart. And Mark gave me a good grips cookie press.
Now I think it’s time to light the Hanukkah candles so we can settle in with trifle and leftover cookies and PBS Christmas shows. And oh yea, I made a dozen mincemeat tarts since I had the mincemeat to use up and the tarts were so prevalent in all those Brit Christmas shows we watched last night. Thus saving myself from eating mincemeat off a spoon out of the fridge in January.
Happy Christmas, happy Hanukkah, and peace in the new year!