This is one of Grandma’s recipes. I’m putting together recipe cards as party favors for her 101st birthday party this weekend. We’re having it at her house–yes, my grandmother lives by herself and she can still thread a needle. She’s pretty remarkable.
This is one of my favorites at Christmas. They’re like miniature pecan pies.
1 – 3oz. Cream cheese
1/2 cup butter or margerine
1 cup sifted flour
3/4 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 tablespoon butter
Dash of salt
2/3 cup broken pecans
Let cream cheese and butter soften to room temperature. Blend and stir in flour. Chill slightly until firm. About 1 hour. Shape 2 dozen 1 inch balls. Place in tiny ungreased muffin cups. Press dough on bottom and sides of cups. Divide half the pecans among pastry lined cups.
Beat together remaining ingredients until smooth. Add to pastry cups and top with remaining pecans. Bake in slow oven 325 for 25 minutes or until filling is set.
The festivities went off without a hitch last night. Twenty-three relatives in one house for dinner.
Oriental Napa Cabbage Salad
Rice and Shrimp Curry
Cranberry Congealed Salad
Butternut Squash with Apples and Currants
Pomegranate Garbanzo Bean Salad
Spinach Artichoke Casserole
The crazy thing is that I feel like I’m forgetting a menu item, and I’m not even mentioning the appetizers. Afterwards we sang Christmas Carols and played a Christmas Mad Lib. (Thanks, Ben!)
We went down to the Celsi’s last night to visit. We watched the Decline of the American Empire, which was good. Sadly, about half-way through it I discovered that I was jet-lagged and falling asleep.
The real highlight was seeing their daughter’s room, which Eve has just redone. It’s beautiful and makes me want to do more updates to our home. Not the best course of action if we are planning on moving. Which isn’t going to stop me from putting the new baseboards in. I’m heading out to buy the lumber today. I’ll just have to unearth the Shopsmith when I get home.
The latest Lazytown rumor is November, December with a break for Christmas, and then back for January, February. As always, I’ll believe it when I have a contract in hand.
For Christmas, Rob gave me a book by my favorite Victorian author, which is quite the impressive since I think he’s found all of her titles at this point. If you don’t know how these yearbooks work, they contain a pithy saying for everyday of the year.
Here is today’s:
“One uncongenial guest can ruin a dinner more easily than a poor salad, and that is saying a great deal”
Mom and Dad gave us a gift certificate to Rejuvenation Hardware for our anniversary. Friday, as part of our Christmas festivities Rob and I went to Rejuvenation to pick out a new light for our front hall. We won’t get the actual light until January seventh, but you can admire the computerized rendering of its future glory.
I didn’t get called in to work till 3:30 today. This gave me a little time to go Christmas shopping and I think I’m actually finished. This seems rather astounding to me. I also finally went into an antique shop that I’ve been carefully avoiding because it looked too good. I knew I would be tempted by things that I couldn’t get home.
I was right.
So many beautiful typewriters… I did give in and buy some millinary supplies which are really gorgeous. If I could figure out any way to get one of the typewriters home, I would buy it in a heartbeat. It’s an Underwood, but the standard qwerty arrangement is separated into different banks for upper and lowercase. And, it has a beautiful metal and wood cover. As you might guess, it is huge and heavy. Alas.
We went to Dana and Mark’s Read for a Christmas Brunch to exchange Secret Santa gifts. You might recall that we exchanged Secret Santa names at Thanksgiving. I drew ÃƒÅ¾or’s name and gave him a copy of The Marionette Sourcebook by Luman Coad. It’s a really great resource and he seemed very pleased.
Sarah drew my name and gave me Independent People by HalldÃƒÂ³r Laxness. I’m really pleased with it.
I think that I’ve mentioned that we’re shooting the Christmas episode. Besides doing some live hand shots, I also worked the Christmas tree for about an hour. No. It wasn’t dancing; it was being carried by two characters, one of which was a puppet, which meant that someone else had to do the actual lifting. Me.
Magnus kept saying, let’s get a strong guy in here instead of making this woman carry this heavy tree. I kept saying that I was fine and that it wasn’t that heavy. It got to be a running joke with the crew. All the guys were coming up and saying, “Do you want me to carry that for you? Maybe three or four of us could manage it.” Very funny. By the end of the hour, I was ready to admit that it was heavy.
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