When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. – Matthew 2:10
My warmest wishes to you and yours this Christmas Day.
I barked up the roof of my mouth with Cap’n Crunch this morning, and then hit it perfectly with molten cheese tonight.
Now my mouth has skin stalactites.
I’ll have to baby it tomorrow. Shrimp tomorrow night, and I have gigantic royal reds this year. I mean, each one is the size of a hot dog. Hoping Lea’s sinuses get clearer by then so she can enjoy them too.
Today is Festivus, so the boys and I just watched The Strike twice: once normally and once with commentary on. Two quick and easy errands tomorrow morning, both of which I can handle early enough to avoid the excessive company of my fellow man. Christmas Eve service.
Except for my hard palate hanging in bloody ribbons, life is good.
The boys and I got up and knocked out the cards this morning. I’m not sure we’ve managed as early as December 20 in several years.
For such a connected and gadgeted-up guy, my Christmas card workflow is surprisingly primitive. We only send out 60 or so cards, and I can remember names and addresses for about half of them. For the others I have a hodgepodge of envelopes and the church directory, and I sit in the recliner with a lap desk and a pen and assembly-line with the boys, who take care of return addresses, stuffing, and stamping.
Every year I sit down and think “why don’t I have this automated?” Then every year I also stop caring completely about an hour after it’s done. So there would be the answer.
In other Christmas happenings, I am still basking in the afterglow of the wonderful party Jennifer and Stephenie of Rocket City Mom held at The Melting Pot on Thursday night for their regular contributors. Sam was the only other Rocket City Dad in attendance, so we both marinated in estrogen all night. (Absolutely no complaints. My wheelhouse, baby.)
It was such a blast to be around so many funny and intelligent people (with truly large quantities of each trait). We’re all so busy that it’s tough to get any quantity of us together, so I’m glad this many of us could make it! Thank you, Jen and Steph!
I still need a couple of strong days at work next week, but mostly it feels like the home stretch now. Bowl games are helping. Hope you’ve either already arrived at, or are on final approach to, your Christmas happy place.
I cook about half the time at our house, or maybe a little more.
I don’t say this hoping to score points. I do like to cook, but most of the time if both Lea and I need to be doing something and it’s cooking vs. x, then I’ll want to take the cooking because I can drink beer and be comfortable while I do it.
(X tends to involve municipal parks, churches, schools, and other sorts of places where standing around swilling Michelob Light in your pajamas is frowned upon.)
Some nights are off-and-on, but Wednesday night is a slam-dunk for me to cook because the boys have piano lessons and Nathan has youth group at church. I remembered early in the day that we found a bunch of Costco burgers in the freezer left over from a summer lake trip. So I could avoid a Publix trip on the way home if I could think of something to do with those.
And then I remembered I had half a box of lasagna left over from when I made Christy’s CROCK-POT® recipe.
Behold the cheeseburger lasagna.
My layers, bottom to top, went lasagna, six burgers, garlic powder, mustard, six Kraft singles, lasagna, two cans of diced tomatoes, minced onion, lasagna, six burgers, black pepper, a little salt, six Kraft singles, lasagna, ketchup, shredded cheddar, and dill pickle relish. (Of course, the lasagna and burgers went in already cooked, and it’s important to drain and pat the latter.)
I did 25 minutes uncovered at 350º—all but the dill relish, which I added with ten minutes to go—and let it rest for five. Then we ate.
How could it miss? It didn’t. It was quite tasty. The obvious omission is bacon, but I didn’t have any. Next time.