The Party: Yes, the one I mentioned with actual real live people. Good times, their sofa was positioned perfectly. I found the lager and a spot in the far (read: farthest) right corner of the room. No battle hymns though...the battle was taking place between my occipital lobe and my small intestines after a bit of the fine lager. Methinks I'm still fragile from my bout with the cooties. But do get a load of my war paint!
The Baking: I have a bone to pick with Alton Brown and his flour free coconut macaroons, they were tasty but more candy than cookie consistency and not at all aesthetically pleasing enough for cookie tray presentation. I had to ditch the first batch, add some flour and try again. The chocolate crinkles on the other hand were a hit!
The Cooking: Blood alcohol level notwithstanding everything was delicious. Rave reviews from the carnivores on the taramosalata (I didn't cheat-I wanted to though) lemon chicken and potatoes which tends to worry me since I prepare meat dishes without tasting them myself. "Spin"akopita, and the veggie moussaka (I totally should've taken pictures of the layers.) equally awesome. My veggie moussaka has the power to convert carnivores. Believe me. Considers e-mailing guest for testimonials.
The Rest: We couldn't ask for a better Christmas, the love, the traditions, the food, the friends; old and new, the laughs, the rain, the Danish Butter cookies, the sofa-sized new bike seat (see: Danish Butter Cookies), Santa, the reindeer, my Dictionary of American Writers, Rocky Horror Picture Show on DVD so I can do "the time warp again" and again and again, new cookbooks, toys that make me giddier than Yael and, loads of love-filled gazes for Jordan! Laughs at Fly-tie.
Now, until next time-where are my pajamas? Oh and,how are all of you?! Good times abound?