I am not dead (knocking on wood). I am a bit frazzled and overworked...but happy. I have my novel, which I am still working on, and a new project that is not-yet-to-be-spoken-of, but perhaps soon...or never. We shall see.
I am obsessing over Thanksgiving preparations, which can become a bit crazy when trying to accommodate no: gluten, milk, eggs, beef, pork, chicken, pecans, walnuts, garlic, pineapple, and too many other things to list. I decided to take Wednesday off in order to start cooking early. I didn't do that last year, and I regretted it horribly!
I made up a batch of Christmas Chutney last week, and my ginger headed son realized that he LOVES chutney. (I am oddly pleased to find out that one of my children adore it as much as I do. For some reason, it makes me stupid-happy whenever I find out that my kids and I have something in common, and I proudly tell them, "You get that from me.")
In the meantime, I plan to be puttering away in the kitchen and running errands like mad so that I can hibernate until next Monday. I do not like getting out and about on Black Friday...the reality of that day is as ominous as it sounds: people pushing and cursing and ignoring traffic laws!
By the time you read this, I will be adding yet another item to my shopping list and contemplating whether I should use whiskey or sherry or cognac or rum in my fruitcake...or make one of each. And no, I do NOT use candied fruit...real, identifiable dried fruit, thank you very much!
Oh, and I need to make my rum cake. Rum cake is vital if I plan on making it through the initial holiday rush. Perhaps I should make two....
Sigh...but then, I suppose all of this fretting is just part of my holiday tradition.
What are your favorite holiday traditions?