We humans had already opened our presents the night before but she had to wait until morning. She did not disappoint. She loved it all.
Later that morning, #2 Son, who was staying with us, made soup for dinner. I had lots of leftovers veggies from my disastrous risotto adventure. He turned them into something actually edible.
We had lasagna for Christmas dinner. Christmas is all about fancy pasta around here.
We shared a bottle of bubbly spumante.
Son spent his entire holiday in the kitchen doing dishes. My sink has never been so clean.
This will be remembered as the Christmas of the nuts. I got soaked in a deluge running from grocery store to grocery store trying to find a bag of mixed nuts for my Christmas nut bowl. It's a non negotiable. It sees a lot of action during serious conversations- this weekend it was mostly about sports.
The plum pudding took three tries before it finally ignited.
Son filmed the hilarity. It was like a slapstick skit but we finally got it lit.
It was delicious with a really rummy hard sauce. Even The Mister ate some. It was also good with rum raisin ice cream on the side. I think I invented a new tradition.
Christmas night it was peppermint martinis and Doctor Who's Christmas special.
We put dough to rise Christmas night for crusty morning boules. They were good with a big bowl of grits on the side.
I dropped Son off at the airport yesterday and bawled my way home. Heck, I bawled all morning thinking about him leaving.
On arriving home I found a surprise in the mailbox that cheered me right up.
Once again my blog friends saved the day.
Instead of sniffling about Christmas past I can now look forward to Christmas future. After all in just 363 short days I can carefully unwrap these precious beauties and start all over again.