Christmas Eve for me is always hectic. I’ve hosted family Christmas on Christmas Eve for years… except that one time Ben had it at his house. I LOVE the Christmas lights and decorations. Basically, I love the buildup. What I don’t like is preparing a meal — even for family.
I want to be my friend, Alisa, when I grow up.
I always think about Alisa when I’m cooking for others. She’s the best cook I know and can roll out a spread fit for a king (and his court) without breaking a sweat or stressing one little bit. Me? There are just 8 of us gathering here later today, Perry smoked the ham, and I’m still dreading it!
I’m about to clean up my house knowing it’s already pretty darned clean since I keep it that way for the most part. No one really cares anyway, do they? I think the only thing people notice is if one’s home is cluttered or actually dirty.
Since I can’t be like Alisa, maybe I can learn to be more like Hugo!
Little dude is so chill that he smiles in his sleep. 😴
Now you know: “Su filindeu” (“Threads of God“), a pasta so intricate it’s considered one of the rarest pastas in the world. Made by only three women on Earth, attempts by others to recreate the techniques involved in its creation have proven impossible.