Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was dead as a door-nail.
– Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol
No matter how many times I sit down to read this book the first page still surprises me and makes me laugh to myself. A very good evening to you, and a happy December the first if I might add. Today seemed to come with an air of celebration, at least in my little corner of the world. Maybe we were all holding back together thinking “is it too early to break out the Christmas music and snow exploration?” and then today hits and everything we’ve been holding back on and waiting to do kind of bursts through the floodgates. I skipped a week or two, for good reason, so I suppose I should catch up as we’ve been particularly magical throughout the last fortnight.
Prior to Thanksgiving my family held their annual Early Thanksgiving. I feel like I totally dropped the ball on this festivity and not only for the colossal flop of a pie I contributed. Next year I definitely plan to play up my Fantastic Beasts hors d’oeuvre tray (which means getting the hang of the pie for starters). This year I embraced the flavors of the holiday and made a Cranberry Pie
This is consequently the best picture I have of it. It really was a thing of beauty (I’m quite proud of the knot I constructed) however I desperately need to work on my tart/pie crusts and figure out what went wrong with the filling (it was super runny).
What worked out immensely was my homemade mince filling, which I pied later in week. I had wanted us to wait to eat our first one (and make a wish) but waiting is really hard and I’m so glad to have gotten a picture of this face:
I also hand stuffed sausages with my father that weekend. My mother’s vegetarian counter top has seen some things that it will never be able to unsee. I’m getting better at it and it was really nice, albeit strange, to sit down with my dad and chat it up over bottles of Old Speckled Hen. I have no pictures on account of really messy hands, but I did drive home with a large freezer bag full of oxford style sausages to last us through the holidays and beyond.
Tuesday night Baby Bat looks at me earnestly when we are about to turn the lights out “mommy, lets put up our tree!” Secretly, not so secretly, I wanted to as well but I asked her “wouldn’t you rather do it tomorrow night, and then it will feel more ceremonious, like the start of the holidays?” She shook her head no and who was I to argue?
Thanksgiving was a blast at our center and now that I know what to expect I can’t wait to do it up next year. The weekend after we made our way out to Santa’s Workshop in the Adirondacks. It was a long drive but well worth it, the town was gorgeously quaint and cozy and it began to snow that night so when we did visit Father Christmas the next day it looked as magical as you would expect.
Baby Bat got to meet Father Christmas, for the first time really, all the other times we’ve taken her she was too scared to talk or sit with him. Throughout the past year I’ve been hearing “I want this, I want that etc. etc. ” I got a bit fed up and said “well you’ll have to ask Father Christmas for it then”…and then I heard “I’m going to ask Father Christmas for that!” as often as I heard the “I wants” before. I’m not really mad or irritated, I think its rather cute in a way.
Anyway she met the big guy. She was a bit star struck and got very quiet and shy. They had a Disney moment of sorts while he was talking to her, his hand was resting on his knee and she simply reached her gloved hand over to his and he patted her ever so gently, it was so brief and so simple but it melted my heart a bit. When prompted by the (overpriced picture taker) Elves she immediately piped up and told Father Christmas that she wants “Elsa things and Peppa Pig things!” for Christmas.
On a humorous note, while we were out at the craft store yesterday she spotted a Hello Kitty Camera and said she wanted to get that today. I said “if we get you all of these things now what is Father Christmas going to bring you?” she says “mommy, Father Christmas will get me Peppa Pig and Elsa things”…::eye roll:: duh! We did not leave the store with the camera.
I found my goose yesterday as well! I was so excited for I had been to the store the week before and saw they had them but wtf mate! they were an arm an a leg (that was a bad shopping day, treacle is now in fancy squeezable bottles and also went up in price…I have 1 jar left and I’m hording it like a miser).
To cap off our adventures this week I made a double pan of treacle fudge (Baby Bat thought more of the tasting of it then the stirring of it:
We also made a decorative paper chain for the holidays, balloons to follow. We’re heading out to the Hilton Tree Lighting tomorrow, that and cookie weekend is in our future. Enjoy the holiday season and make as many magical moments as possible!