Oh

First of all, I just discovered the yeast bread-making people have been using is not real fresh. It was past the expiration date! I did the President’s Yeast Fitness Test and this is the result:
And then there is the Nutcracker Army. Apparently, “Incoming!!!!” was shouted last night.

I may be in a bit of trouble here because I decided some of our patrons should have a prime seat for the festivities; I may have been wrong because arms and legs have been poking out and the rope chair is located above the firestove.

The day before the day before

Today we must decide on all the ingredients we need for Christmas dinner. I don’t think it’s going to be that elaborate. And heaven help us with the gravy; we didn’t take the time between Thanksgiving and now to practice on another turkey in the new roaster. We’re in trouble. I’d make a buttermilk & jello salad, but Der Bingle and I are the only ones who like it – and it’s an adventure getting it out of the mold.
Oh, and this is important . . . I’d better remember to pick up my $4 blood pressure medicine at Wal-Mart. Just a little reminder to myself there.
On a topic apart from food: Where did I hide those Christmas presents?