And, a Christmas miracle occurred! I unpacked the LAST downstairs box this afternoon! The very last. There is a good chance I'll reach my unpacking goal by January 1.
Oddly enough, there was a strong food and cooking theme under the tree this morning. Santa must know. Why else would the kitties give me salmon for Christmas? I'm sure Santa helped with the shopping....
Randy made a terrific pozole for Christmas dinner. He made it with a batch of Santa Fe red chile sauce, which he also made. He says he may adopt this pozole as his new signature dish (which for years has been his fish soup). I made bread-machine bread, and Gingerbread Cake with Root-Beer-Poached Pears for dessert. This is on page 57 of the current issue of Fine Cooking. NOT a simple dish since there are 3 parts to it: the cake, the whipped cream, and the poached pears with root beer sauce. But it sure was good. I'm not sure I've ever made real whipped cream before. Sheez.
I think I've listened to the NPR Christmas stories about 4 times today. Time to move on. Back to global misery and mayhem. And whatever joy you can create in your own little corner of the world.
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