Monday again, which means I was last here a week ago. Lame. It’s been one of those crazy weeks where…. well, you know. You’re doing the pre-Christmas-crazy-dance, too, I’m sure. Or maybe you’re doing the post-Hannukah-crazy-dance. Either way, it involves hair-pulling, food-cooking and a little butt-wigglin’. At least, it does if you’re me.
I thought I’d give you a little update about what I’ve been up to these last few days that has kept me away from you. Last Tuesday I made a cheesecake for a friend’s birthday party. The cooking didn’t start until late because I realized my spring pans were in storage. After a frantic drive across town, I made what turned out to be my most delicious cheesecake ever. I have finally found a recipe that satisfied my cheesecake requirements: dense but still creamy, flavorful but not over-the-top. I’ll share the recipe one of these days…If I’m feeling generous.
Wednesday, I had more cooking in store. Marianne and I had a date planned to make lasagnas for the office potluck. There was only one minor setback, though. The burglar alarm at my house (which is not connected nor being paid for) decided it’d be fun to go off the instant I got home from work that evening. Loud, awful, awful sirens. Simba, of course, panicked and hid under the bed.
Fish Taco was as calm as…. well… Fish Taco.
Nobody knew the code on the dang thing so it went off for probably 15 minutes before we finally managed to get it to stop. I’ve had a headache ever since…
Thursday, I went to see a holiday lights show in town. Spending a few years in Nashville spoiled me during Christmas time. The Opryland Hotel has one of the most beautiful Christmas displays I’ve ever seen. So I was a little underwhelmed by Santa’s Wonderland, but it was still a fun time. There was a even festive alligator made of lights. Need I say more?
The weekend was weekend-y, and today was the definition of a manic Monday. I woke up to realize a pipe had burst under my house. Possibly related to the toilet fun a few weeks ago? This is not to say I expect you to willingly click a link called “toilet fun.”
And after work it was a mad dash to the store to buy ingredients for cookies followed by a madder dash home to make it in time for the finale of The Sing-Off. (Don’t get me started on the results. My Nashville friend, Jeremy, is in Street Corner Symphony. I know they say “don’t kill the messenger,” but Nick Lachey will not be getting any Christmas cookies from me.)
Anyway, Patrick’s dad would hate me forever if I showed up to Christmas without my oatmeal cookies. And tonight I decided to try another cookie recipe touted by Marianne called Split-Seconds. Here are the results.
Yum. Santa better be good to me this year.
All I want for Christmas is no more plumbing problems.