Monday, December 12, 2011

don't fear the reindeer

We are a winter nation.

Nights like these, when the neighbours' lights shine through the spruce bows, pinpoints of warmth in the snow, home means shelter. Nights like these, when the Slightly Retarded Kitty finds a new favourite hangout, fragrant and soft, under the lighted tree, home means comfort.

The old oven that has been faithfully roasting the noble bird Christmas after Christmas just been given new life, a new element ensuring that the feasting tradition carries on. A pleasant chat with the repair man, newly arrived from New Brunswick, reminds us that we don't really have all that much snow to deal with after all.

Still, with a batch of subversive shortbread to bake when the OKFAR arrives home and a plentiful supply of mamma's little helper on ice, why venture anywhere?






7 comments:

leaz said...

Newly arrived from New Brunswick? Now that was a hike!

Allison said...

We don't do holiday baking, but I am excited to make our annual gingerbread house. Not that we ever eat it, but man, is it fun to make!

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It truly was, Leazwell! I don't even want to imagine how many days it took in his little car, but three were spent crossing Ontario alone.

I love seeing photos of your annual gingerbread house, Al. Always so imaginative! You should start your own tv show!

mister anchovy said...

Tuffy P has been baking. Most nights I've had the woodstove fired up. Woodstove + a purring cat on your lap = a nap.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I'm getting all sleepy and cozy just thinking about it, Mr Anchovy. It's hard to stay awake with a lapful of cat.

Remi said...

You really must trademark the name Subversive Shortcake. A catchy name and a fun idea.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

An excellent plan, Remi, perhaps a franchise, as well.