Ready or not, here it comes. Again.
Merry Christmas everybody!
The holidays are once again, unavoidably upon us, and as you might expect, Christmas Eve finds me a tad behind schedule. As such (and because last year at this time I had approximately four regular readers) I’m going to go ahead and recycle 2011’s Christmas advice post. I hope you’ll all forgive me, but it’s nine am and already the stove is smoking, the tree is listing and I’m eyeing the Jameson’s bottle that’s dangerously close to my coffee cup. I’m afraid something fresh and new is completely out of the question at this point, and in truth, has been for some little time. So, for your skimming pleasure…..
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Posted on December 24, 2012, in Friendly Advice, Holiday fare and tagged Christmas, Christmas Eve, coffee cup, goofy musical families, Holidays, Home, Humor, Lifestyle, merry christmas everybody, residential treatment, Stomach pump, the Waltons. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Kitchen Slattern 
You requested tips on last year’s post – so here is mine. Should you decide to make fudge, I recommend Martha Stewarts super-easy any-idiot-can-do-it recipe. It comes with a little lecture about how the REAL way requires a candy thermometer, so you get to feel a little bad about your inadequacy, but if you don’t tell anyone, they won’t know. However, it is NOT foolproof – here’s what I learned. If you have a bag of marshmallows that are dated, for example, Dec. 2011, and you figure “what the heck, there’s nothing in them that can really go bad, and they’re getting melted anyway” you will waste the money you spent on the gourmet chocolate chips because you were too cheap to buy fresh marshmallows. I won’t say how I know, but seriously – fresh marshmallows are key.
Never, and I mean NEVER, feel inadequate regarding a Martha recipe. Her recipes are needlessly difficult, madly over thought and designed to make yo feel inadequate. I know she didn’t invent Stockholm Syndrome, but she certainly perfected it.
And why, in the name of God, are you following her recipes anyway? That road leads only to madness, disappointment and, eventually, a liver transplant.
Merry Christmas Wendie. I’m glad to see you’re full of holiday spirit(s). The tree at our house is nestled in the storage bin in the cellar and we’re looking forward to mooching, er, sharing a meal with loved relatives tomorrow. Okay, I’ve got a day of serious couch time alone. Those family get togethers are way too much since I quit drinking.
I hear you, Tom. At times, I think there is not enough vodka in the world to get me through another Christmas family hoe-down. Merry Christmas to you. Enjoy the peace.
Ohh… I love the holidays “spirit(s)” comment…must…remember…to…recycle…it….