Today is Christmas, a holiday I happen to celebrate. It’s just me and The Child Person this year, so we’re keeping it simple.
Yesterday, I made some simple biscuits from a recipe I found online. It called for butter and margarine, which I never have around, so I substituted vegetable oil for the margarine, and they came out great. I think I’ll bump up the baking powder a tad next time I make them.
There were a few extra, so we left them for Santa, along with a glass of milk. He has to keep his strength up, after all.
We picked up our Holiday Feast at the grocery store a couple of days ago. To start, we’ll have a sourdough baguette with olive oil and balsamic vinegar (although I prefer oil and salt, myself). I’m baking two, beautiful russet potatoes, braising two, huge artichokes, and to round out the meal, we will have some top sirloin, broiled to a medium rare. For something sweet afterward, I’ll mix up a small batch of homemade egg nog. It’s surprisingly simple and much more yummy than store-bought.
We plan to feast on Netflix, as well. Any recommendations?
Our tree is a tiny, tabletop one we picked up at Safeway. When the Season is finished, we plan to place it somewhere else in the house, as it will pass nicely for a houseplant.
If this all seems too plain, unstructured and just not “Christmasy” enough for you, well, sue me. I like it. We did visit Christmas In The Park on Tuesday, and spent a good, long while there. I saw that there wasn’t a glass blowing demonstration…there used to be and it always fascinated me.
When it comes to holidays, I like the lack of fuss. I don’t find fuss energizing, I find it stressful. Not only does it not get me in the “spirit”, it makes me wish to skip the whole thing.
I like the quiet. I like the simplicity.
It’s Christmas. It’s cold, but sunny. There are quail that run around outside, and every once in a while they startle, and I can hear an army of little wings beating a hasty retreat.
Merry Christmas, wherever you are, and however you choose to (or not to) celebrate.