I'm sorry, Bloggernauts! I have neglected you so much these past few months. Let's prepare for a new year by spending all our money, gorging on meat and inebriating liqours, mercilessly crying out as one on this our most pagan of holidays. Thankyou Jesus for this opportunity to piss in your cradle all in your honour. We're so glad you were born in winter, it makes the whiskey taste better.
I think a few hot toddys and plenty of those slightly dry spiced cakes (that always fill up the Food and Wine stores with their scent) and we'll be ok. I know I am. Breakfast started with curry and ended with whiskey and pastries. Yum. Butter loved winter and birthed whatever I am eating, so lightly bound is the pastry I wonder if the chef put any flour in his dough... sure does taste good though.
I want to know what everyone gets for Christmas, I'll be expecting a chain phone-call party in the morning!
I had to consult Wikipedia to remind myself what date Christmas actually is..
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