Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to wrap some books for Lu. Every morning this month, she has woken up earlier and earlier, happily chattering and dashing into our room to shake us awake and tell us her stories. We race down the stairs to write the day’s date on our homemade advent calendar together and read books much of the morning. These have been some lovely days. It seems that five is the perfect age for this season. Given that, she’ll be up at 5:30 tomorrow morning. Probably 4:30 on the 25th. So I’m headed for bed.
I’ll be back on Friday with my favorite books of 2013. Whatever you believe, whomever you love, have a wonderful few days.
We are coming into the home stretch of holiday cookies and goodies around here. I don’t want to think about how many pounds of butter, flours, and sugar have been used in this kitchen the past month. I can’t even calculate how many times the paddle of the KitchenAid has whirled around these weeks. Every day I am a little bit tempted to throw up my hands, put away the flours, and lie down on the couch. I know I promised you certain cookies, but I feel ready to drop.
Then, I remember the kindness of the man here on the island who opened the door of his just-closed store to give me a USB cord to attach my camera to our computer. Lu had hidden ours somewhere, so we couldn’t find it, and I needed to process photos to be able to post all those cookies the past week. His cash register was closed down, so he just gave the cord to me for free and a wave of his hand. We live in a small town. He figured I would pay him later. I did, of course. I also dropped off a batch of smoky bacon ginger cookies as a thank you. The look on his face convinced me to go home and bake again.