Whatever. The holidays wear me out. (In a good way.) I never sit down. Cooking, Baking, cleaning, wrapping, shopping. There's too many 'ings' and not enough of my rear in a chair.
So that's what I'm doing now. I'm sitting on the sofa by the fire, sipping my third cup of coffee and listening to Abbey snore. Christmas with Mom & Sister, et al was pretty fantastic. We cooked a prime rib (holy MOLY it was good) with all the fixings, and Crème brûlée and Pot de Crème for dessert. It was basically The Perfect Meal. This Grinch's small heart (and thighs) grew three sizes. Then, all eleven of us opened presents.
There was egg nog. There was mulled wine. There was so much food and decadence I'm nearly ashamed.
But I'm not. I got some great books, Fiestaware, a crystal piece from my grandmother's estate, tons of fun stocking stuffers and a new alarm clock/ipod dock.
And I get to do it again Saturday and Sunday!
My dad is coming in this afternoon, so I'm off to make some banana bread, his favorite.
Hope everyone's Christmas spirits are up and happy!