*A little aside here - the Winter room temperature inside the estate house of the LLF, is a balmy 58 degrees Farenheit. I am also notorious for using as little light as possible. I don't know why and I am sure it is safer not to dive into that particular pool.*
After a brisk round of chores and bribing the dogs with duck jerky to leave me alone in the kitchen for a nanosecond, I preheated the oven, pulled up my BGPs, poured a glass of wine, put Christmas carols on the CD player, plugged in my fairy lights, rolled up my sleeves, put on my apron - and was exhausted. Carrying on bravely (after all, this was for MARIANNE), I carved out the dough balls and baked the molasses cookies. After vaguely sensing they might be more done than I could see (see aside above), I pulled them out just shy of overdone. Next, the oatmeal cookies went in, to be frosted in the morning. When those were done, the mixer bowl was washed and the coup d'gras, the Soft Pfefferneuse dough was mixed. These are like a spicy, fruit cakey, moist dollop of deliciousness. However, after mixing in the raisins, currants, golden raisins, chopped pecans, and candied lemon and orange peel, something seemed 'off'. Hmmm. I checked the containers for the candied peel, as I knew they had been lounging in the cupboard for a while. I didn't see any expiration date (I again direct you to the aside). As I walked the containers to the recycling bin, I caught sight of some very tiny printing on the outside rim of the lid. Glasses donned, I read: Best used by July 2011. WTH? Really?
|Is that Mom I hear in the kitchen, |
using bad language?
|Some of the leftovers for |
my neighbor - sprinkle sugar cookies
and frosted oatmeal.
Sunday arrived with .... hold onto your socks .... SUN! Of course, it was brutally cold, but SUN.
|SUN on icy trees.|
|If you bigify, you can see all the bird feeding|
stations - deck feeder, large hanging feeder, smaller
hanging feeder, two suet holders and a
thistle feeder. We're covered.
|My lovely surprise card from|
|Fritz, in all his frizzle glory.|