Christmas Shmishtmus.
I’m just ready for the end of the semester. And the end of this year. I have no holiday cheer. Not even snow is doing it for me nope, nor holiday baking. My great-aunt died, as did Elizabeth Edwards. And then yesterday, I nicked my finger on my mandolin yesterday. OUCH. There’s a reason that it says “Watch your fingers” on the damn thing.
On the plus side, I do know that that blade doesn’t need sharpening, and that it cuts pretty deep (my pinkie finger can verify). Thankfully, Quinn came and saved me! (Hero of the month, for sure!) He took care of my bloody, nasty finger, and finished dinner.
In case you were interested, I cut my finger slicing apples for sauerkraut.
1. 2 tablespoons butter in a heavy pan
2. Add half an onion (5 minutes)
3. Add 3 cans canned sauerkraut, let sit for 5 minutes
5. Add a grated apple (but don’t freaking cut yourself!)
6. Supposedly, you should then cover it with boiling water and 1/4 cup white wine, but I was too busy rolling on my sofa and holding a rag to my finger (Mom, I’m ok. Quit worrying. At least I didn’t spill boiling pot liquor on myself….)
I was also going to make spaetzle, but didn’t. Bloody spaetzle would NOT have been good.
OK. So I’m too pissy for Christmas. Someone tell me what to bake. Here’s the list:
Cheese Straws (ma, send me your recipe, I recently inherited a cookie press)
Gramma Kate Helen’s Peanut Brittle (which, my gramma would tell me “don’t fool with that!”
Gramma Kathleen’s Fudge and/or divinity (yeah mom, send me all those recipes, when you get a chance…. 
)
A Bûche De Noel. (Merry Christmas mom, get the kitchen aid dusted. This is what we’re doing when I get back). This bûche is not to be confused with La Bûche, a great French Christmas movie. And I’m feeling only French Christmas movies this year.
So that’s what I got. Merry Christmas? Eh.
Ok, here’s something good:
Brown a pound and a half of chicken wings in a dutch oven (Love my Le Creuset!)
Ok, you’ve browned the wings, now, add a little bit of salt, some poultry seasoning, half a cup of brown sugar, and enough coca cola to cover this chicken. Simmer it for thirty minutes, then cover and throw it in the oven on 325 for like, 2 hours, stirring every thirty minutes. Seriously, if you have a hot date and want to impress him or her, make this. If they are a vegetarian, go ahead and save your trouble and kick them to the curb, or you’ll be stuck eating beans and rice and looking forward to that Thanksgiving Tofurkey!
Just kidding.
Not really.
Oh Christmas, I am so over you.
