The tree after Santa’s visit.
My very OWN kitchen! To put my pots and pans in!
This bike is so much fun!
So, I can rip this paper? But not other paper? This is very confusing. I need consistency people. Consistency.
Sippy cup, Darth Vader edition.
My family has always done a loose interpretation of the Italian Feast of the Seven Fishes on Christmas Eve. It’s loose because we don’t always get 7 types of seafood, and in my case it was only 4 and it wasn’t on Christmas Eve. It’s the spirit that counts, right? There is steamed shrimp, little neck clams steamed in butter, with a little bit of water, and a splash of red wine vinegar (I didn’t have any lemon, but the vinegar was a surprisingly good substitution), and about half a head of minced garlic, mussels in sofrito sauce, and cold cracked Dungeness crab. This year we had it for dinner on Christmas, because on Christmas Eve I was too busy trying not to throw up to eat. TMI?
Onward towards 2011!