
My cunning little squirrel! She came from the Tannenbaum Shoppe (aka Ursel's Web) in Middletown. Her sister lives
two towns away.
What a busy day! After work I stopped by HomeGoods in New London to check on Steinbachs -- no Aramis down there, and actually most of the Christmas stuff was already very picked over. I thought I'd find a new Christmas tablecloth but there was really nothing left that I could see.
Marty and I went to dinner at Taj in Middletown, then did a big Stop & Shop run that should at least get us through Christmas day. I wanted candy canes for the stockings, but at Stop & Shop all they had were strawberry, blueberry, and cinnamon ones. I settled on the cinnamon since they were at least red and white. Then we stopped by CVS to see if they had any good old peppermint ones, and all they had were Barbie and Nascar candy canes, and "stuffed" cherry-flavored candy canes
with cream filling. I don't know what to think about all these new-fangled candy canes. I'm a little horrified.
I've been feeling very good about getting all my cards and presents out on time this year. I always tell myself that it doesn't matter if things arrive late, but mostly that's to take the pressure off of myself so I don't go absolutely crazy trying to get too much done and end up in a bad emotional state. Really, I like to get everything out on time but sometimes that's just not possible, and it's better if I don't pressure myself or let anyone else pressure me. This year it worked out. However, today I realized something that took me down a notch or two. I sent someone a homemade CD as part of their gift and I think I left something out. Something like, oh,
the CD. I found it today in my CD holder in the car (where I'd been testing it) and it made me think I may have sent an empty case wrapped up in someone's Christmas box. Oops.
Still, if that's the biggest thing I forgot in the last two weeks, that's not so bad. Hopefully the person will see the humor in the situation when she unwraps the case, and the anticipation will help her enjoy the CD
even more when I send it along after Christmas.
Recently we watched a Netflix DVD called
Saturday Night Live: The Best of Phil Hartman. I don't know that it was very accurately named, as I remember Phil Hartman as being way funnier than this DVD would have had you believe, but it did have some good moments. One of the sketches I liked best was called "Cooking with the Anal Retentive Chef." It was a cooking show with Gene, the Anal Retentive Chef, who got so bogged down in the details that he never got to cook anything. I especially loved his description of
how we throw things away. By the end of his program on making pepper steak, he had set all his raw ingredients aside and was about to give his entire kitchen a thorough cleaning.
I thought of this sketch today because I was hunting for a cookie recipe I made this summer and wanted to make again.
Crackle-top Chocolate Cookies are yummy (although I made them with some significant alterations, like nuts and no powdered sugar, so they were more like brownies), but I think the recipe was inspired by the Anal Retentive Chef. Who really needs that much detail in a recipe? It could so easily be condensed to about five lines. I suppose it's really meant to read more like an article than a plain old recipe, but a straightforward and concise recipe appeals to me more. This is my favorite part:
Turn into a small bowl. Chill at least 2 hours (or overnight), covering tightly when cold. While dough chills, adjust rack to center of oven. Line cookie sheets with aluminum foil, shiny side up.
As if it's going to take 2 hours (or overnight) to adjust the oven rack. Heh.
This Raspberry World entry has been brought to you by my anti-linear brain.