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Sunday, December 16, 2007

What happiness looks like

Or smells like rather....

Today, I made one and a half gallons of homemade egg nog. You read that right, one and a half gallons. That's a lot of nog. It's my full intention to give most (I'm still a little greedy) of it away as gifts to colleagues and other folks I need to get drunk to convince them of the glory that is me. I hate that I need liquor to do this. I must say, it is damn good.

I've moved on to apple butter. I'm never made this before but I could make it every weekend. Hand to God, it's a marvel. Truly beautiful. I only have two large stock pots, which is odd enough, I know. So I'm staggering the two batches. I have peeled 8 pounds of apples. I find it oddly fun in a Zen kind of way.

One pot is full of 4 pounds of apples steeping and bubbling in a half gallon of apple cider. It's the making of apple sauce. The other pot is bubbling away with homemade applesauce with cinnamon, sugar and ground cloves. I must say I love to boil the shit out of fruit. My house smells good enough to eat. I could do this every day. Every damn day. And yes, I am on my second helping of bourbon. It was needed for the egg nog. I had extra...

In a half hour the White House special comes on HGTV. As much as her husband is a total tool, Laura Bush knows how to decorate a house. I have my Christmas cards all ready to get written out which should be amusing should there be more bourbon involved in my evening. In the meantime, I am knee deep in the first season of the West Wing and can't figure our if I love Josiah Bartlett, Sam Seaborn or Josh Lyman best. Let's not even talk about Leo McGarry.

I have a fire in my fireplace. Well, it actually flame created by a gas line to my fireplace. It doesn't smell nearly as good, or at all, my it sure is pretty. I have just sat back and determined the following thing: Life is fucking beautiful.

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Friends don't let friends nog and blog.

Dear Deanna,

Shut up, bitch. And, that's it, I'm eating the apple butter I was going to give you. So there.

Vanessa

Homemade apple butter? I would sleep on Dora the Explorer sheets for homemade apple butter.

Nogging and blogging can be dangerous, but if it keeps me from getting apple butter, nog and blog away. Shall I send more bourbon?

Ooh-sounds really cozy!

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