Morning, shoppers

 We are definitely morning shoppers.  We went out Saturday morning at about 10:30.  We hit a couple of favorite stores and had lunch.  There were more people in the stores than usual, but not so many that we couldn't maneuver around them, and almost everyone was in the same joyful mood, so lots of smiling and 'excuse me.'  After lunch, we wanted to shop more but the traffic was sooooo bad that we came home.  I could feel the stress rolling off my driver, Rob and knew that as soon as I got in the crowded stores, I'd be feeling the same.  And, there just wasn't anything out there that either of us needed or wanted or wanted anyone else to have bad enough.  

I got distracted in the kitchen and ended up spending 4 hours organizing the spice cabinet and then the pantry.  I threw so much away and combined so many open packages into one.  Where the Asian food, Italian food and bread had become one thing and you had to take out pasta sauce to get an English muffin, now they each have their own sections.  Now, we just need to eat all that food instead of just collecting it.  

Only a couple more pictures of holiday decorations.  The last bit is outside the house.  Rob always strings lights while I cook Thanksgiving dinner.  They change from year to year and we've had all white, all blue, and now, multi-color.  

And, the wreath I made last January from half price off season greenery...I do love a good bargain.  

Yesterday, I made fudge for Syd's boyfriend (except what I sneak for myself) and oatmeal raisin cookies and a double batch of orange curd from the oranges I picked from my tree.  I also made a batch of sugar cookies that aren't very sweet and will need frosting because of it.  Haven't decided whether to frost them or abandon them and make a different recipe that is sweeter.  It would take less time to start over.  

We're still enjoying The French Chef series.  The other day, she made a Buche de Noel and it has inspired me to try.  I could use her recipe, or I could use the one a co-worker recommended to me that she made last year.  Anyway, I hope to make that decision and make mine later this week.  

The baby quilt was late.  I asked the Mom for her mailing address on Monday.  We shipped the box on Tuesday.  The baby was born on Tuesday.  And, the quilt isn't supposed to get there until tomorrow.  Oh, well...

The box we sent my Dad has been delivered, so I can talk about the divinity saga.  He turns 90 this year and I decided to make him divinity candy.  Some of my best childhood memories are of my Mom and Aunts getting together to make candy.  My Dad loves divinity like the father on A Christmas Story loved turkey, so he'd often volunteer to be around on divinity day to sneak an early piece and to do the manly manual stirring at the end when it was too much for the mixer, but not quite cool enough to scoop.  

I made 5 batches and never quite got it right.  On the first batch, I burned the syrup in the pan, so it never got poured into the candy.  Second batch, I overcooked the syrup and it got so thick, I nearly burned out the mixer (yes, the new extra powerful new one).  I turned it off when we started to smell smoke.  It's fine.    I scooped it into candies, but it was very grainy.  It tasted great, so I put it in tins in case I couldn't do any better and cleared the table to try again.  I did some serious research.  Third batch, I got the syrup right, but I didn't beat it long enough before scooping, so it turned into thin round disks, only some of which were salvageable.  I tinned them too.  More research.  Fourth batch was grainy again, but edible.  Unfortunately, I followed some bad advice about which mixer attachment to use and in trying to change beaters, a good chunk of that one was lost to human error.  Batch five was still a little grainy, but definitely the right taste.  And, then there was a Christmas miracle when I opened the tin with batch 2 in it and the humidity, which is usually the bain of divinity had turned that grainy mess into something smoother and that wasn't so crumbly.  In case you missed it, that meant I had hundreds of pieces of candy to give away.  My dad got a nice big tin and a box of the best pieces.  Some went to Rob's work and some is going to my book club, who claimed a share of it before it was even made.  So, if anybody needs any divinity advice, I can tell you 5 ways not to make it.  

Hubblebird introduced me to Jamie, the anti-chef.  He is doing a 'Jamie and Julia' series where he's making her recipes.  He's very funny and I can't wait to see if he learns to cook.  He's very inexperienced in the kitchen and more than once I've caught myself shouting 'no, don't do that!'  It's going to be fun watching him figure it out.  

Everybody have a great Monday!  Next week is Christmas, so no post that day.  I'll try to post later in the week.  And, the Monday after is New Years, so I'll likely do the same.  

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!!!  And, a happy calm and quiet day to all who don't!!!  I still say Happy Holidays because I can't tell who does and who doesn't, but it's a holiday of one kind or another for everyone.  There's so much hate in the world, most of it put out there by people who get pissed off if you don't say Christmas but who have lost the actual spirit of love that Christmas should bring and show it by acting pissed off.  If you're one of those, enjoy the day spent celebrating the birth of a brown immigrant.  Who knows where the next one might be born.  Are you ready?

Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night...or day...I really stretched for that one, so credit for trying.  Take care of yourself, whether you spend the day with friend or foe and find the spark of kindness in your heart that you can keep alight all year long.  We're gonna need it!

Lane