consequences of Christmas

As a result of Christmas with nolly, we played four hands of Fluxx last night; also, our kitchen table features both very cheerful flowers with a butterfly draped over them as well as a gingerbread house with a gingerbread kid named Mary Sue (with violet candy eyes and orange gumdrop hair) hanging precariously from the roof of the house clutching one end of a strand of candy lights. We are very pleased.

Also, I have a bag of shower presents (among other things, the babylet is going to learn to count in binary before base 10... have I mentioned lately we are going to make this one screwed-up kid?) which makes me want to smile and tear up with happy tears at the same time.

Less pleasing was the kitchen mishap we had Christmas Eve, involving our refrigerator having duck blood leaked all over it and my shattering one of the washed-but-previously-blood-stained glass refrigerator shelves on the kitchen floor. D was unhappy but absolutely wonderful at cleaning up (after I broke the glass I got restricted a bit from clean-up duty). However, D is today pleased at the ultimate result, which is leftover pizza for lunch from the resulting Christmas Eve takeout.

Oh, and as another direct result of this weekend, I am starting on China Mieville (I started Perdido Street Station, but my library hold on City and the City came in today, so I'll probably do that one first.)

The Best Rolls Ever

Oh, I forgot to add, I prevailed upon D (it didn't take much) to try joyce's recipe for rolls for Christmas. She was right; they were GREAT, and D said were pretty easy (though the first batch was a little uneven on the salt... the second batch he mixed up the salt with the flour and gradually rolled it in instead of trying to force-mix it in, and it worked much better). The three of us scarfed down a whole lot of these guys Christmas Eve and Christmas night in record time. I've always thought I wasn't a big fan of dinner rolls, but I think that had to do with getting the pre-baked store kind.