Preparedness is all

[desperance]

Hee. I seem to be liveblogging my day...

I went out to collect my veggies, and thought en route that I might as well go to the shop and buy some redcurrant jelly, for my patent ham glaze; and so came home with redcurrant jelly and pickles (because of all these sammiches, obviously: I'd run out) and wine (just because) and chocolate biscuits (for obvious reasons) and a DVD box set, because sometimes one must just blow defiance in the face of the Catholic church: I has South Pacific and The King and I and Oklahoma, and I predict a mass singalonga sometime in the festive soon, because what after all could be gayer? I shall have all my gay families around, with their procreated children and all...

In the veggie bag: potatoes & onions & carrots & parsnips & brussels sprouts & cabbage & garlic & butternut squash & leeks & eggs & I'm not quite sure what more. Is a special Christmas bag; I am a special Christmas fairy. (*blows raspberry at Pope*)

Hmmm. D'you think this is rankling, at all? Whatever?

Now: I must make pies. Raised pies, filled with capon and ham and yummy meat jelly: and their name shall be birdpig pies, and they are of course forbidden to Popes, because I say so.

Also I must ice the cake, because I had forgotten, but it is indeed icecaking day. And glaze the ham and write the story and drink the wine - oh noes! - and prolly watch some TV. Not sure I dare read my book, as I don't have the next in sequence. Might have to buy it tomorrow. Buy! A book! Oh noes!! But what's a man to do, when the Lit & Phil lets him down? (Yes, yes, of course they have it; they just don't have it in. They have lent it. To somebody else. It's an outrage...)

Comments

[glinda-w.livejournal.com]

I'm going to try to get out around noon; food bank, library, grocery store. More than 12" of snow on ground, and the Seattle area doesn't exactly have the infrastructure to deal with it. I'll be OK driving once I'm on the street, but the parking lot intimidates me. (See userpic for details. That's Savvy^[1] under the white blanket.) Oh well. Am not doing anything nearly as ambitious as your cooking, but will make more shortbread using the Russian teacakes recipe, and maybe, if I can squeeze more honey & walnuts & filo into the budget, more baklava. Or buy vanilla wafers and make brandy balls. I could make truffles, too... but probably won't.

What I *need* is more citrus, and milk, and to return 8 CDs to the library because they're at "renewal limit reached." Wish me luck!

^[1]Named by a friend, due to her color. I'm still trying to find a "Life is a Cabernet" bumper sticker for her (to go with the one that says "You'd be like this, too, if they dropped a house on your sister"),

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ooh, you make baklava? *loves baklava*

[glinda-w.livejournal.com]

It's not difficult, just time-consuming. :) (This year I made pecan baklava as well... both are mostly gone (as gifts) so I really need to make more for a couple more gift tins/baskets.)

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Somebody Else is such a jerk and always checking out just exactly the wrong books in a long series. It's too bad Somebody Else has any taste in literature at all, or we could placate them with the things Nobody Wants, and let Nobody fight it out with them instead of us.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yes. Exactly that, all of it. Mostly I want other people to appreciate good books too - but not when I want to appreciate them, damn it...

[samarcand.livejournal.com]

To aid you in your defiance to the Catholic Church I promise that this evening I shall be defiantly transgendered!