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dragonlady7I finally had a really good productive day. Four kinds of cookies, today: 1) last of the piparkukas, rolled out and baked; 2) candy cane cookies, mixed, chilled, made, and baked; 3) Great-Aunt Rae's tea cookies, done, and 4) rum balls, though I still need to make them into ball form and get them into something for storage.
That gets me up to six kinds of cookies, though the first one, molasses drop cookies, isn't really a Christmas thing-- I just wanted to try the recipe. They taste like gingerbread, though, so it's kind of appropriate.
Took a break and ran to the local indie Mac store for a video adapter for Z, and also just for an outing's sake. We don't get to hang out much, so, it was nice.
Then home; baked all the cookies, and made cornbread. Well, mixed it up. Z was sweet enough to put it into muffin papers in a muffin tin, and put it into the oven for me, while I sat a moment and had a cup of tea and sampled one of my cookies. (I got up in the middle to get the last of the cookies out of the oven.)
Then I made butternut squash soup (the squashes, homegrown, had been roasting with the first few batches of cookies in the oven). I even pureed it. B'dow. (I don't know why, but that's the "emphatic" noise Z makes lately. Buh-dow! I don't know how to spell it. "Just the way it sounds," he says.) It was awesome. We ate it on the coffee table, since the kitchen table is covered in still-cooling cookies.
I did not frost the cutout sugar cookies, however. I don't know when I will. Certainly not tomorrow, if I go to the roller derby Christmas party tomorrow night. Eh.
Also, in the midst of all this, I finally got my period. It was a week late. Now that I'm tracking it I know that for sure. It's never late. So I was, I admit, secretly worried, though really, after 7+ years, Z and I are pretty good at not making babies. It was sort of concerning me. Especially since my coach, in light of yet another leaguemate's impending motherhood, told us that if any of us got knocked up she would personally eat our babies. No offense to babies, but we're busy.
I don't know, would having Super eat a baby be better, morally, or worse than an abortion? Or is it the same thing, in effect? I mean, it's less wasteful, since she's deriving nutrition from it...
Not really something I'm seriously interested in debating. I'm just relieved, because if I'm going to make a stupid mistake I'd at least like to notice it at the time, and possibly have fun doing so. It would be super super super lame to have it just mysteriously happen. Urgh.
Anyway. Busy day. Exhausted. Time to go change out of my floured, doughy clothes into some gross sweat-stained things, full of holes, that I can skate in. My wardrobe? Tired? You don't say. That's OK. I have skating to do, then I can sleep.
Oh! My sewing machine is back, fixed! I got a call this afternoon. Hurrah. I will retrieve it tomorrow. I need a second person, though, now that I have two machines, to help me sew. I've no idea when I will finish my "christmas" presents...
That gets me up to six kinds of cookies, though the first one, molasses drop cookies, isn't really a Christmas thing-- I just wanted to try the recipe. They taste like gingerbread, though, so it's kind of appropriate.
Took a break and ran to the local indie Mac store for a video adapter for Z, and also just for an outing's sake. We don't get to hang out much, so, it was nice.
Then home; baked all the cookies, and made cornbread. Well, mixed it up. Z was sweet enough to put it into muffin papers in a muffin tin, and put it into the oven for me, while I sat a moment and had a cup of tea and sampled one of my cookies. (I got up in the middle to get the last of the cookies out of the oven.)
Then I made butternut squash soup (the squashes, homegrown, had been roasting with the first few batches of cookies in the oven). I even pureed it. B'dow. (I don't know why, but that's the "emphatic" noise Z makes lately. Buh-dow! I don't know how to spell it. "Just the way it sounds," he says.) It was awesome. We ate it on the coffee table, since the kitchen table is covered in still-cooling cookies.
I did not frost the cutout sugar cookies, however. I don't know when I will. Certainly not tomorrow, if I go to the roller derby Christmas party tomorrow night. Eh.
Also, in the midst of all this, I finally got my period. It was a week late. Now that I'm tracking it I know that for sure. It's never late. So I was, I admit, secretly worried, though really, after 7+ years, Z and I are pretty good at not making babies. It was sort of concerning me. Especially since my coach, in light of yet another leaguemate's impending motherhood, told us that if any of us got knocked up she would personally eat our babies. No offense to babies, but we're busy.
I don't know, would having Super eat a baby be better, morally, or worse than an abortion? Or is it the same thing, in effect? I mean, it's less wasteful, since she's deriving nutrition from it...
Not really something I'm seriously interested in debating. I'm just relieved, because if I'm going to make a stupid mistake I'd at least like to notice it at the time, and possibly have fun doing so. It would be super super super lame to have it just mysteriously happen. Urgh.
Anyway. Busy day. Exhausted. Time to go change out of my floured, doughy clothes into some gross sweat-stained things, full of holes, that I can skate in. My wardrobe? Tired? You don't say. That's OK. I have skating to do, then I can sleep.
Oh! My sewing machine is back, fixed! I got a call this afternoon. Hurrah. I will retrieve it tomorrow. I need a second person, though, now that I have two machines, to help me sew. I've no idea when I will finish my "christmas" presents...
