At Relief Society earlier this month, we were given a folder of handouts to help us find imaginative ways to celebrate the season. In 2005, the church published a list of readings in the scriptures, to correspond with the twelve days of Christmas. Some of these scriptures will be familiar to you, as they come from the KJV of the Bible. Others will be new to you, but harmonious with what you already know.
As this is a copyrighted article, I am not cutting-and-pasting each day’s reading into my blog posts. Instead, I will post the link and this notice, and you can just read that day’s portion if you choose. I would love to hear your thoughts and impressions.
Consider these my Christmas card(s) to you.
Last night I was seriously in the mood to cook. Made a pot of risotto for dinner. Then, later, had a craving for a German pancake [or Dutch Baby] and tried this recipe. The waitress at Ol’ South had mentioned that the secret was to put the pan into a 500°F oven.
The results were nowhere near as pretty as the ones I get in the restaurant, but not bad for a first effort. More powdered sugar next time, and maybe less lemon juice. I know: heresy! And maybe next time I will haul out the blender like one of the recipe variations called for, instead of standing at the sink, beating the daylights out of the batter until my hand was ready to fall off.
Definitely edible. But not yet ready to fix for company.
When I finally turned off the lights, I was nearly finished with the gusset increases on the Wollmeise sock. [Reading and sighing ate up a lot of prime knitting time; I wonder if that article is available in audio form?]
I picked up Special Dark chocolate chips on sale on the way to work yesterday, and a dozen and a half eggs. I will whip up another chocolate pecan tart in a little while, and maybe a pan of cornbread, either for breakfast or to take along to dinner. And maybe I will spend the weekend making and eating German pancakes, until I am either sick of them or feel like I know what I’m doing.
Guess what Brother Sushi gave me for Christmas? A subscription to Gourmet. Fear and tremble, all ye producers of fast food and dinner-in-a-box. Your days are numbered, chez Ravelled!
Merry Christmas, everybody! And God bless us, every one!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!