Well, the mulled wine was not a success. To tell the truth, it was a great success until I put in the cream. I don't know what they were smoking (or drinking) in the seventeenth century, cream does not go in wine. Vodka and Kahlua, yes; wine, no. But the mince pies are great with egg nog, so it's okay.
In my true domestic fashion I spent almost all of Christmas Eve baking. By the end of the time I was more white than a white christmas. We still haven't made the traditional gingerbread. They're going to be Harry Potter gingerbread men this year, due to a strike of Lord of the Rings characters. They didn't like that "I'm eating Arwen, she's elf-licious" crack. Next year we can make Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe gingerbread men. "Oh no, the White Witch has turned them all to gingerbread!"
I will leave you all with my favorite Christmas song:
The Rebel Jesus
All the streets are filled with laughter and light
And the music of the season
And the merchants' windows are all bright
With the faces of the children
And the families hurrying to their homes
As the sky darkens and freezes
Will be gathering around the hearths and tables
Giving thanks for God's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by 'the Prince of Peace'
And they call him by 'the Savior'
And they pray to him upon the seas
And in every bold endeavor
And they fill his churches with their pride and gold
As their faith in him increases
But they've turned the nature that I worship in
From a temple to a robber's den
In the words of the rebel Jesus
We guard our world with locks and guns
And we guard our fine possessions
And once a year when Christmas comes
We give to our relations
And perhaps we give a little to the poor
If the generosity should seize us
But if any one of us should interfere
In the business of why there are poor
They get the same as the rebel Jesus
But pardon me if I have seemed
To take the tone of judgement
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
We have need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure
And I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus
I knew mulled wine was a bad idea. My mum tried it, too, oddly enough. She had a bad experience and it didn't turn out. (Of course, she was trying to "fix" the recipe. Maybe you should have fixed yours and she should have followed hers. Hmmm.)
I like wine all by itself, just for the record.
Posted by: bob at December 28, 2004 12:35 AMLinny, Linny. Cream? In Wine? eeeeeewwwww.
We went out tonight for my dad's birthday to a little Mexican place and my dad got some sangria, which I finished off for him, and I had a good-sized margarita that wasn't cold enough, and then Daddy got a really dark and heavy beer that my mom tasted which gave her the funniest look - like Emily's cat when Mel tried to feed it garlic last week.
Oh yeah, the food was good.
Posted by: tuggy at December 31, 2004 12:56 AMOh, we had good, dark beer in Boston, Guinness at this old pub in Cambridge and a local beer call Tremont at this sexy little pizza place near Harvard. I love Boston. Not just for the beer, but it was nice too.
Posted by: linnea at December 31, 2004 2:45 AM