It's the largest lingerie department in Ireland, or so I understand...

Happy Christmas Eve, my lovelies!!

I hope you're all having a nice holiday so far. I've been eating myself into a stupor for two days running. 


New Boss actually let me out of work early yesterday, and I went on a hunt for a star-shaped cookie cutter for my mince pies. I went to 2 different K-Marts and 3 dollar shops before I had to resort to William Sonoma and pay EIGHTEEN dollars for an effing set of cheap plastic cookie cutters. Highway robbery!! ::shakes fist::


The Bake-a-thon begins in approximately 20 minutes. I already made the mincemeat in the crock pot (1 bag "Fruit Bits," which contained dark raisins, sultanas, apple, and peach bits; 1 bag dried red currants, 1 bag dried cranberries, 2 apples cored and skinned and cut into teeny pieces, the zest of one orange and one lemon, pinch of ground clove, some cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice, about 1 1/4 cups brandy, and a can of frozen apple juice concentrate). That cooked on low for 8 hours and then it desperately needed sugar, so I dumped quite a bit of light brown sugar into it and mixed it until it wasn't so bitter. 'Tis quite delicious. 
Unfortunately, I may have zested a chunk of my right thumb right into the mincemeat.

I did that on Wednesday evening. It's still bleeding. 


Kind of accident prone in the kitchen. I can't help it. Usually I get burned, but nasty cuts are also a common occurrence. Dr. S believes it may be some kind of nerve problem. According to him, no one should be quite that resistant to pain. One should know that they're on fire at the time that it happens, not a good 30 seconds after their skin has started flaking off. 


Enjoy your Christmas, me hearties. And remember: this is no time to beat yourself up for eating too much. The Good Lord did not send His only Son down to Earth so we could starve ourselves on his Holy Birthday. Oh no. He did it so we could eat pie, and like it. 
<3