| Thursday, December 27, 2007 |
| Still blazing after all these years |
 My dad's family recipe for figgy pudding (above, aflame) has been handed down for generations and he now alleges he can track all the specific ingredients to a grocery ledger kept by ancestors in 1600s Netherlands. We young'uns say it tastes like it was made in a 17th century Dutch kitchen, too. Still, it's awfully pretty to see it floating down the hallway, dripping blue splashes of Bacardi 151 onto the floor, as it has for centuries. As for other holiday traditions, my sister was recently shocked to discover that her friend's mom uses the exact same recipe for Easter pastry that our mom makes. To which our mother replied, "Well, it IS Betty Crocker, you know..."
 Christmas was only unusual in that all 6 of us were home. However, being a clan of pretend grown-ups, with jobs and universities, takes a lot of the kid fun out of holidays. Tree-decorating gets more minimal each year, yet somehow the tree keeps getting bigger. You can't tell from AB's new-age snapshot, but the tree is almost 10 feet tall. It went in easily when it was baled, but now it'll be impossible to fit it through the door without damaging everything in its path. I suspect the chainsaw will make a surprise indoor visit when all of us ladies are out shopping this week. |
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| Sunday, December 09, 2007 |
| Fauxtofurkeyfu |
 Featured: Turkey, as carved by Count Claude. Foreground: Lonely faux turkey. Not pictured: nut roast. G&D's remodeled kitchen is gorgeous, complete with 15 times the number of appliances I had in my old aparto. All those ovens! I'm anticipatorily sad to be missing out yet again on Debbie's Famous Carrots at Easter, which would be in their silver dish, sitting on that shiny new countertop...
Warm 'n' Fuzzy T-giving Thursday begat Black Friday. A short sleep after the last slice of pumpkin pie, I was back at work, caffeinating already manic consumers. Shopping malls are funny little universes of money and adrenaline and urgency. My mom and I did a spot of sunrise shopping before my shift, and half the salespeople we saw at Macy's looked ready to hyperventilate. By the end of the day, most of those in my department did as well, but the day wasn't as awful as predicted. I still prefer dancing around with elementary schoolers as a means to make a living, but it's good to have a new challenge in the meantime. |
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| Sunday, December 02, 2007 |
| WANTED |
 Kagawa-ken police are still seeking a trio of armless, pegleg fugitives for crimes of treason. Hirata-san was last seen in the city of Kanonji, wearing an oversized factory-worker windbreaker and green trousers, rendered useless by his lack of legs. Takahashi-san appears to be covering a pregnancy, and is flashing a bit of 2-by-4 under his right cuff. They were traveling in the company of a shrunken-head female. If you have seen any of these criminals, please locate the nearest police box or call hyaku-to-ban. |
| posted by Raychaa @ 5:23 PM |
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| So wrong it's right. And then wrong. And then wrong again... welcome to the inaka. |
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