It's almost Christmas and I'm not panicking.
I'm having the best time ever.
My packages were mailed a long time ago, and the rest of my local gift shopping is finished.
But I'm like a bride on her honeymoon. Everything is suddenly tinged with sex. I mean Christmas. I can't stop thinking about it. "Doing" it.
Which means I can't stop shopping.
Today we bought Bean Sprout a new sweater and booties. (Hey, it froze overnight here last night. He hated walking out in the frosty grass this morning, poor kid. Not sure if he'll like it much better with these ridiculous red footsies, but... Aw... He only weighs five pounds; I win.) I won't even talk about the Santa hat, small doggie size, on sale for one dollar.
Foodwise, we've been filling the Christmas larder with a riot of seasonal fun, easy-peasy style. And it suits my style to have nibblies on hand, rather than roasting and braising and baking and stewing.
No stewing. Yet. We're happy and taking it easy.
This here is a deliberately (!) abstract photo of the raclette we ate for supper the other day. Nothing more complicated than some thinly sliced (raclette) cheese melted on plates in the oven, served with boiled potatoes and pickled vegetables. So simple as long as you have the simple ingredients.
We also have in the refrigerator some duck rillettes (somebody else made 'em), and a huge hunk of white truffle butter (which solves the truffle problem). A bit of leftover baguette. Mm. All set.
Until we go pick up the rib roast Saturday (and something green to have with it).
But we'll need something to eat before we roast the roast on Christmas Day, so there will also be rice skillet bread (hey, wait, I am baking; I baked it last night), leftover stewed greens (okay, I lied about not stewing; we did that yesterday), pickled eggs (in the fridge), Dungeness crab and chanterelle soup (we're shopping for that Thursday), crab tacos with escabeche, panettone from Emporio Rulli, cheeses, persimmons, tangerines, latkes... and macaroni and cheese!
Really good macaroni and cheese.
(Start your engines, Kevin.)