Bring on the Holiday Glogg!
Students are already starting to run away after finishing their final exams, there's snow on the ground, and the temperatures are in the single digits. This past weekend I survived a holiday party that was mostly fun. The not-fun part I don't want to talk about except to say that some amazingly cold things can come out of people's mouths when they are trying to be comforting.
Sunday we carried home a Christmas tree and I spent the bulk of the day defrosting, decorating, and admiring it. I also vacuumed up many a needle once I finally had it strategically placed in our living room. Putting up the tree is a favorite holiday activity of mine, but this year it feels like more than that; it feels like an act of defiance. I see you, you big, bad, cold universe. I have a good idea of what you're capable of, and it scares the hell out of me, and see? I fight the cold and the fear and existential ache with small multi-colored lights. Take that.
Now that my small party circuit has run its course, work is slowing down, and I've come to terms with the fact that Pampers is trying to kill me, I am anticipating that the holidays will be much more bearable for a drink or two (or, okay, possibly eighty), so I'm collecting recipes. I have a nice recipe for Swedish Glogg, which I'll brew up and serve to myself over the weekend. And I'm going to spend a bit of time over the next few days hunting down recipes for mulled wine, eggnogs, hot toddies, Irish coffees, flaming rum punches, pomegranate martinis, and other festive beverages that might numb some nerve endings in a festive sort of way.
Favorite holiday drink? Let me know.
Sunday we carried home a Christmas tree and I spent the bulk of the day defrosting, decorating, and admiring it. I also vacuumed up many a needle once I finally had it strategically placed in our living room. Putting up the tree is a favorite holiday activity of mine, but this year it feels like more than that; it feels like an act of defiance. I see you, you big, bad, cold universe. I have a good idea of what you're capable of, and it scares the hell out of me, and see? I fight the cold and the fear and existential ache with small multi-colored lights. Take that.
Now that my small party circuit has run its course, work is slowing down, and I've come to terms with the fact that Pampers is trying to kill me, I am anticipating that the holidays will be much more bearable for a drink or two (or, okay, possibly eighty), so I'm collecting recipes. I have a nice recipe for Swedish Glogg, which I'll brew up and serve to myself over the weekend. And I'm going to spend a bit of time over the next few days hunting down recipes for mulled wine, eggnogs, hot toddies, Irish coffees, flaming rum punches, pomegranate martinis, and other festive beverages that might numb some nerve endings in a festive sort of way.
Favorite holiday drink? Let me know.