and Boy are My Arms Tired
11/12/05 21:27![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsToday we had our annual holiday party, an open-house-style object that goes from 2-8pm. In preparation for this, I have been cooking since Friday: a huge canning-pot full of chili, a turkey, a ham, plus gingerbread, pumpkin bread, pound cake, chocolate pound cake (got to work on that recipe--still not perfect) and spice cookies and sugar butter cookies. Plus bagels and lox, cheese and crackers, fruit salad and green salad, and various munchies of the veggies-and-dip or salsa-and-chips variety. Good parts about this prep included the fact that I got to use my fancy pants new bundt pans, that the chili and ham and turkey turned out very well; that this year I put dried blueberries in the fruit salad to what I consider to be excellent effect. Less stellar parts include the fact that, since Spouse came down with strep on Friday, YG has only one fully useful hand, and Sarcasm Girl had a research paper to do, most of the work--not just the cooking, but the cleaning up, taking out the trash, etc.--fell to me. And the chocolate pound cake was slightly dry. I was up baking until 1 last night, and had the turkey in the oven this morning at 7:30. I am tired.
As always happens, we got at least as many bottles of wine as we used. Someone brought a fabulous berry pie, and someone else brought chocolate mousse. I have been nibbling since 2pm, and am now stuffed beyond the telling of it. My feet hurt. My brain hurts. The garbage needs to go out. Fortunately Spouse, having been energized by all the people visiting, is doing most of the cleanup.
We had about 45 people come and go, including a whole tribe of kids who raced in and out and through the swarms of adults. SG got her research paper done. I am thinking of soaking my feet. Falling over is inevitable.
As always happens, we got at least as many bottles of wine as we used. Someone brought a fabulous berry pie, and someone else brought chocolate mousse. I have been nibbling since 2pm, and am now stuffed beyond the telling of it. My feet hurt. My brain hurts. The garbage needs to go out. Fortunately Spouse, having been energized by all the people visiting, is doing most of the cleanup.
We had about 45 people come and go, including a whole tribe of kids who raced in and out and through the swarms of adults. SG got her research paper done. I am thinking of soaking my feet. Falling over is inevitable.