Holiday Prep

To combat the fury of the sinus infection, I made a trip downtown yesterday to have tea with a good friend, V. We’ve only been friends for a few short months, but already we have transformed into those two kids that would have been forced to sit on opposite ends of the first grade classroom. This became extremely evident when we found ourselves wandering around Macy’s to get out of the rain–which somehow evolved into redressing mannequins. V will be moving away at the end of the month. We’re trying to squeeze in as much fun as physically possible without being sent to jail.

Today, after grand rounds and OR time, I started in on making pumpkin cheesecakes. I was commissioned to do them about a week ago when my roommate’s fellow dental student dropped off a carton of un-needed eggs. My house smells like a perfect mixture of pumpkin and melted, sweet cheese. To fully enjoy the aroma, Dog insisted on putting on her sweater. For those of you that think this is cruel and unusual…you can suck it. Short haired, arthritic wiener dogs get sweaters in Oregon (and Washington)…and that’s just how it is. This is how concerned about her sweater Dog has become: Oh….nap time.

Because Dog was wearing her sweater and we were both in scrubs, Roommate and I decided to take a family portrait. Here we are being a family:

Notice that during the photos, Dog became aware that the oven was beeping.

It’s time for the cheesecakes to come out. For those with a southern bone in their body, next time you’re in New Orleans, make sure to get the sweet potato cheesecake with molasses. I never could find the good molasses over here. I settle for something imported, but not as sticky-delicious as the stuff you find in the Bible Belt. Now I know what I’m going to ask my grandparents for when Christmas rolls around. (Does anyone else think it’s morbid to call Christmas Xmas? Every time I see it I think of Xs in Jesus’ eyes…..Happy Birthday, Jesus?)

Okay. Done.


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