People are saying that this will be the warmest Christmas in memory for many—at least in our part of the USA. The higher temperatures don’t call for warm, woolen mittens and steaming mugs of hot chocolate. I’m even wondering about over-heating the apartment if I choose to bake!
Although we may not wake to a white blanket of snow on a cold, frosty morning, I may still be hugging mugs of hot beverages much of Christmas vacation. The cold season has descended upon our respiratory landscape.
Thanks to a co-worker lunch was easy to prepare yesterday afternoon. Her Christmas gift,”Lazy Day Soup Mix” with orzo, vegetables, and chicken was perfect. The spicy broth and the slippery noodles ministered to my sore throat.
We spent much of the day reading books, then finished watching season one of The Great British Bake Off.
Somehow, I managed to sleep through the night without having to rummage about for a tissue or to stagger through the darkness for a glass of water. Dreams of breads, pastries, and puddings provided sweet rest.
Waking to the reality that kneading dough probably isn’t the best activity for someone with a cough and runny nose to engage in limits the choices for a creative breakfast. Instead of braiding a beautiful loaf, I chose to boil steel-cut oats.
Surprisingly, my husband agreed to forgo eggs and to join me for a bowl of oatmeal. He even liked it.