Saturday’s Christmas snow was a special gift from Santa–in my whole life, no matter where I was on Christmas day, it had never snowed before, and it’s always something I hope for. It was lovely, wasn’t it? The Atlanta Journal-Constitution said it was the first white Christmas that the city has seen since 1882–118 years. I think I’ll write a poem about it, though I don’t know what my approach will be. It will have to simmer in my brain a few days, I think.
Thank heavens we didn’t have to be anywhere–we just stayed in. I was very glad that Mom had decided to rent a car and come anyway (after the transmission debacle), and fortunately, she got in late on Christmas Eve, so she wasn’t traveling in the weather, which would have been nerve-wracking for all concerned.
As for Christmas Day itself, I cooked my traditional Christmas lasagne, and we also had asparagus. I also attempted, once again, to make an apple-cranberry pie. But I am firm believer that our craptastic oven has “attempt at baking” detection, because every time I try to bake a sweet, something wrong happens. This time, it was a charred pie top. Which is so fricken’ annoying! I think getting an oven thermometer is an idea whose time is long past.
And it’s only sweet things that get fouled up. I’ve baked bread and muffins in the oven and have had no problem. Pies, however, it hates to cook. Maybe what I need to do the next time is just not cook the apple pie the full 2 hours. Or maybe I should just buy a pie next time–save myself the hassle.
But the lasagne and asparagus were good. And of course I set a beautiful table with candles, snowman placemats, red chargers, snow-white napkins, red-handled utensils (the ones Grace sent as a wedding gift last year), and our Wedgwood Nantucket Basket wedding china.
After dinner, we opened presents and watched a silly Christmas movie on tv. It was a really nice Christmas.
I hope yours was too.
Sounds like a great day — Happy New Year, JC!