I hope y'all had a Merry Christmas, if you celebrate. If not, I hope you had a bitchin' generic Dec. 25. Devon and I visited Dad and my sister on Christmas Eve, then spent Dec. 25 with friends playing World of Warcraft's new expansion -- a gift to each other -- and watching movies and drinking hot buttered rum. You need to try this recipe. It was enough for 12 servings -- basically, enough for Devon.
Hot-buttered rum, how I love thee. Thou art creamy and spicy and you make me teh drunk.
Did I mention the phat loot I got? I've been trying to figure out a way to say "Devon gave me a pearl necklace" without you guys going all pervy, but why mess with a sure thing? And I got some chocolate and bread proofing baskets and a digital picture frame to house all the old family photos I have been organizing this year. I've already made a loaf of whole wheat bread with the baskets, and I love them.
I gave Devon a pickle crock, among other things. Shut up, jerk. He wanted it.
It was a perfect low-stress Christmas Day to be followed by another day off thanks to the blizzard, which shut down my office. Thanks to the fact that I am far more productive at home than I am at work, I finished my work by 1 pm, played some WoW, baked some bread and cleaned the hell out of the kitchen.
Our kitchen hasn't been this clean since we moved in. We do much cooking and little cleaning. Come see it while it lasts.