As I walked into our student store the other day (I work on a college campus), I was blasted simultaneously by air conditioning (yes!) and Christmas music (whaaat?). Turns out they were having a Christmas in July sale.
If you can believe it, I’ve already begun the pre-planning (otherwise known as daydreaming) phase of my holiday baking.
Which has reminded me that I have a blog.
That hasn’t been updated since December of last year.
I don’t really have an explanation.
But I do have a nice little back log of posts at the ready.
For this post, I present an array of marginally mediocre snaps from our 2017 holidays.
Amazing effort on your first post of 2018 you say. I don’t disagree. But anyhow. Holidays 2017:
There was baking.
And candy making.
About the time all that was done, my family arrived.
So there was more baking.
And some holiday decorations.
And butter trees.
Then there’s this. That’s TD. In our as-yet-to-be-landscaped side yard. In a cougar ski mask, holiday appropriate t-shirt and thermo BBQing gloves.
Rest assured, he was the only one of us wearing a costume.
This year I’ve chosen butternut squash as my quarry. To be fair, I actually like butternut squash. Especially in savory dishes like lasagna and ravioli.
I should have a good story about adding in the chai, but I don’t. It just seemed like a complimentary set of flavors.
Somewhere I read that if you put uncooked rice in the bottom of your muffin cups it will absorb some of the grease that appears on the papers. It wasn’t life changing, but it did work pretty well.
I was cruising the bulk aisle in our local Sprouts, spied some roasted, salted pepitas and thought it would be fun to sprinkle some on top. It wasn’t until later that it occurred to me that putting pumpkin seeds on top of butternut squash muffins might be construed as false advertising.
You know, it’s all gourd with me.
TD said these were like “fall in his mouth.” Of course this was then followed by an un-printable list of other things he said he’d like to put in his mouth and book ended with “if you know what I mean.” Yes, I’m married to a 12 year old. But, you knew that already.