It was a romantically inauspicious start to my run this morning--huge crows in the trees along our driveway. The air is briny, heavy and chilly and damp. I smelled paper mill, manure and that moldering greenish stench from the creek and some animal corpse rotting. The trouble with temps slightly above freezing is the sick dankness--add a cloudy haze and you can imagine the Black Plague spreading. It's positively medieval.
Glad to be back inside where I'm back in the throes of baking holiday treats. Something snapped inside me yesterday--perhaps it was finally finishing the Christmas cards that triggered it. This year was a bit of a struggle--the card concept did not go as planned. The photo is meh. Mr. D nixed the original Christmas card and I pondered--I'd spent almost 8 hours--how to use what I'd come up with? And then a ginormous lightbulb appeared above my head and I shouted Aha! (while wiggling my eyebrows and raising my right index finger into the air). Then I spent another 3 hours redoing the card that will go out in today's mail.
Trouble is, I've raised the bar unbelievably high for the annual Christmas card. No regulation form letter of the family's accomplishments (GPA, sports records, activities, vacations) for me. Oh no. It's got to be themed or cleverly formatted. Heck, one year I even sent out a one act play. The pressure is on and I've got nobody to blame but myself.
So, the card is done and I headed to the grocery store last night feeling all kinds of merry and joyful. I loaded the cart with butter, sprinkles, nuts and sugar and good golly if I haven't begun a frenzy of baking not seen since 2005. I kind of gave up cookie trays a few years back since we received so many, but now they've fallen out of fashion and I do like the variety on a pretty platter of sweets. Consequently, the recipes are all over the kitchen alongside the proper ingredients--I'm making fudge and caramel corn, cheesecake bars and Norwegian cookies, sugar cookie cut outs and almond thumbprints. Crank the stereo (Andy Williams, Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby of course) and slap a Santa hat on my head. Christmas is IN THE AIR.
And I'll be ON THE AIR tomorrow morning at 7:45--over at 1010 AM with Scott Krueger. I've never talked on the radio before--well, except for calling in a couple times over at WPR. Happily, I only have to worry about what to say, not what to wear.
Spill it, reader. What's the mood in the air at your place today?