My favourite xmas thing? Candy Cane Crackle ice cream. If you don’t know, now you know.
I came home at like 4:30 am after going out with longlost high school friends last night. I got in serious troubs with Karen and Sean for waking up the dogs. She got me back by putting the dogs in my room around 9 am to fuck with my beauty sleep.
After dragging my hungover ass out of bed, I spent my afternoon prepping 7 cornish game hens, and getting my shit together for a wild mushroom risotto. The hens were pretty on point; I wrapped them in prosciutto and topped them with a raspberry glaze. I finished the risotto with some swagrant white truffle oil, whatever. Sean added the sad looking green beans. Karen insisted I take a picture.
I did a good thing here, and am now pretty off the hook for whatever holiday transgressions are in the pipeline.
I searched for Whitby Ontario on flickr to see if kids here even have party pics. I wonder if anyone has the kid-with-camera gig on lockdown. Man I would kill to see to that. Anyway, this picture is pretty whatever, but that comment is incredible. What you can’t see is the animated gif that is getting all lit up. your loss.