No goats were harmed.
I have said before that one of the best things about being a grown-up this time of year is that my Christmas list means the list of things I want to buy or make for people for Christmas. And one of the implications of this is that the gift I get most excited about each Christmas, while it varies from year to year, is always a gift I'm giving instead of a gift I'm receiving. Usually it's something quirky, something that's no major thing.
This year was no exception, and I gave it last night to quite gratifying response: I found goats' milk so I could make pameladean goats' milk fudge. She can't have cows' milk, and the noises of joy she made when she saw the slabs of fudge that she could enjoy were so good.
I had been distressing timprov by referring to this as "goat fudge." Walnut fudge, you see, has giant chunks of walnut in it, so...yah. Goat fudge did not seem to him like a thing that would give pameladean a very merry Christmas. Or anyone else, for that matter.
What present are you most excited about giving this year?
This year was no exception, and I gave it last night to quite gratifying response: I found goats' milk so I could make pameladean goats' milk fudge. She can't have cows' milk, and the noises of joy she made when she saw the slabs of fudge that she could enjoy were so good.
I had been distressing timprov by referring to this as "goat fudge." Walnut fudge, you see, has giant chunks of walnut in it, so...yah. Goat fudge did not seem to him like a thing that would give pameladean a very merry Christmas. Or anyone else, for that matter.
What present are you most excited about giving this year?