Once again, we’ll be traveling during Christmas, so we got a small, manageable, multi-purpose, potted tree: a rosemary bush.
Saturday was an interesting amalgam of holidays, of kitsch and authenticity, peppermint sticks and latkes. In the morning, we joined some friends at the local John Deere dealer for a picture with Santa and to climb around on tractors.
This event reached a height of absurdity when the hay wagon took us on a circuit through the parking lot of the Lakeview Baptist jumbo-church.
We ended the day at little Mimi’s house eating latkes and lighting the menorah. To celebrate oil, I once again made the orange scented olive oil cake I wrote about recently. This time, though, I had confectioner’s sugar so was able to make the glaze and to dot the top with coarse fleur de sel. The oranges I used were a variety of blood orange from Florida, just in, which gave the cake a peachy hue. It was deeply moist and tangy.
All and all, it was a satisfying weekend for the little ones. On Sunday, I bought my first wreath, strung up lights, and lit all the candles in the house. We’re having a spell of 30-degree weather, so it feels pretty cozy.
Today after school, it was time to turn that frozen disk of sweet pastry dough into cookies.
(Those crispy critters out front are my favorites.)