I had it in my mind all last week that I wanted to make gingerbread cookies. I've recently started a love affair with ginger, and I had a major craving for soft, gooey gingerbread cookies. It went down to like -50 on friday night, but i still braved the cold to get the ingredients for the fabled cookies. Of course, I forgot the molasses. Once I finally got my shit together late saturday, i put it all together, looked at the recepie and realized that i had made ginger bread and not gingerbread cookies. I baked them anyways, out of spite for the process, and I got little gingerbread bums instead. They look like muffin bums. And they're not that tasty. I was dedicated too- it took me TWO days! Maybe I'll leave them out back for the guys who take my bottles.
This weekend, I got drunk off of two pints. TWO. Wow, I guess one thing to be grateful for is that now, I'm officially a cheap cheap drunk.
I'm in the denial stage of grief right now. I think my ipod died, but I'm convinced it's just sleeping. I, like I'm sure many others are, am sorely dependant on my ipod. I have a dock at home, in the car and I can't run or work out without it. What would riding down some deep sweet poudre sauvage be like without Biggie and Gangstarr to back me up? Looks like my boxing day purchase might have to be a nano....
Three things I'm grateful for yesterday:
1. Lunch with great friends, great wine and AMAZING gnocchi. Not to mention, now I can say I've eaten rabbit.
2. The luxury of vegging at home from 3 pm on, and a great phone conversation with my bestie as we both decided it was too cold to leve the coziness of our respective homes to see each other.
3. That my car started no problem, which is almost a miracle in this weather.
4. (wow) My Christmas letter (which I rewrote from my mom's original) is getting rave reviews from its recipients. My uncle thought it was hilarious.
I'm feeling a bit better since my last post. Perhaps now that the full moon has come and gone, It might be easier to muster some optimism/cheerfulness!
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