Christmas pronounced a success. (My immediate local family--none of us are actually Christians, but we celebrate a secular Christmas anyway, and often these days it even falls on the actual day. It didn't always, because my mom was a hospital employee for 25 years.)(See above, December Non-Denominational Gift-Giving Day.)
We made out first ever Yorkshire puddings, which came out awesome and we were all boggled at just how easy it is. Next time, a little longer in the oven, and we will use a metal muffin tin instead of the silicon muffin cups, because, well, the silicon cups were too slippery and the puddings just levitated themselves out of the cups rather than getting tall. Not enough friction!
(The muffin cups were a gift from truepenny
: this was their inaugural run. Thank you!!!)Here are the socks and the blanket my mom knitted me, because I promised to brag about them.
And here is my first ever hank of yarn, which I gave to my mother. It's "art yarn," which is to say it's not art yarn at all. It just sucks. But hey, it's mine and I made it.
We tried the prime rib recipe from Cook's Illustrated
, and came to the conclusion that while it is good, our family
process is better. (We were all actually capable of stopping eating after one slice. Which never happens the way we usually do it.) However, their au jus recipe rocked, though next year we're leaving out the wine.
And Yorkshire puddings are a permanent addition. In two years, they'll be an ancient family tradition.
And then I beat the freezing rain home and let the dog out.
Now I'm going to make some tea and put on my wrist braces and go sit under my new blanket and work on The White City
, because TBRE is out in the world tonight and I have the whole luxurious house to myself.
Oh, and gotta water the tree.