I guess I took a holiday hiatus. I wasn’t planning on it, but man is it difficult to get anything done when it’s snowy outside and there’s an electric blanket inside. And heat. And TV. I don’t have these things in my apartment.
I have done nothing this holiday (besides watch that scary show about hoarders and several other shows about home decor and eat mashed potatoes). I am still wearing my pajamas at noon, and I haven’t yet washed my hair. Remember sleeping in? I did it. Remember soups and grilled cheeses? I ate them. Remember not having plans or a to-do list? I pretended I didn’t.
This is awesome. And comfortable. And amazing. Maybe I should just buy the house I spoke of [here], work at the local deli, earn a pension, and come home nightly to a heated cozy house. Why spend so much time trying to ‘make it’? Bla. Over it. Back to pajamas. For now.
I’m keeping my electric blanket status until January 3rd. Then back to making it because I might as well try for a little longer. See ya then. In the meantime, here’s a picture of the figgy pudding we made only because it’s in that one holiday song. It tastes like spiced orangey carrot cake, but its brick-like weight explains why it has not been a popular Christmas dish since the 19th century.
Happy New Year!
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I never knew figgy pudding was a real thing. I thought it was just one of those made-up words that had the right amount of syllables for the song!
we are living parallel lives...only i'm in canada stuck in a drift and up to my eyeballs in soap operas.
no complaints here. pass the potatoes.
xo,
c
Safe, warm and obviously content. What more could anyone want?
Take care and Happy New Year!!
I so totally didn't know that Figgy Pudding was a real thing. I thought it was one of those 'filler' lines that they ram into songs to make it last longer.
Also, loafing around in PJ's and not worrying about writing or novelling or balancing day-job with dream-like aspirations and watching a great many heart-warming Xmas films? It really makes me wish it was Christmas every day.
Oh shit. Now that you guys have said figgy pudding is a mere song lyric, I'm thinking Good Housekeeping published that recipe as a joke.
Oh well. We made it anyway. It is now our doorstop.
Thanks everybody for a wonderful year. I loved meeting you.
Figgy pudding is totally a real thing. It's probably from England like toblerone and double decker buses.
They get all the cool stuff.
Wow. Are going "home for the holidays" experiences really are different. I find it far more stressful than trying to make it. Every person I've ever known wants to get together and take up as much of my limited time appearance as possible and someone is always hurt and disappointed because they didn't see me or because they didn't see enough of me and then there is always at least one person who I have to see but I know it will be totally weird and awkward because everything we used to have in common we don't anymore.
That should have said "Our" not "are" going home experiences. I really do know the difference between are and our. It was a typo. Please don't judge.
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