Mobiles

above: snow on the go by hallmark; below: the makings of sundried tomato pesto by KB

I'd love nothing more than to post about our Christmas tonight, but I'm wiped out. It's nearing ten, which is my target bedtime despite the fact that Craig is watching Hancock and I'm half tuned in because it seems to be kind of entertaining. But I did want to mention a couple of things in passing, all random and unrelated. First of all, our trip to Indiana to see Craig's family was haloed by his two nieces Hannah and Lauren. They were just unbelievable and amazing. I will tell stories later. Second, the ornament above was gifted to us by Hannah, Lauren and their parents, and Craig's sister (the girls' mom) explained that she thought of us because of our urbanity. Nice! The picture below the swift snow guy is of my food processor filled with ingredients to make sundried tomato pesto. I was supposed to make turkey meatballs tonight, but that's an undertaking, and I felt so tired. Thus, I opted for easy pesto. But I struggled at Food Emporium to find fresh basil. I never struggle at Food Emporium to find fresh basil. I was so stumped. I almost desperately bought a potted basil plant for $6.99, but didn't, though, realizing that I'd kill that thing within moments of plucking off the first basil leaves. So, I wound up with a tube of basil paste (shown above in the food processor, looks like green goo). The pesto turned out alright regardless. I love that feta cheese gets sprinkled over it, because seriously, what pesto gets paired with feta cheese? And the smart thing about feta is that it covers up any erroneous ingredient selections, such as basil goo paste.*As sides, of course we ate asparagus. And I bought a fresh loaf of 7-grain bread which I turned into garlic bread. I ran the dishwasher, and soon it's bedtime. We've sailed well past ten, and I honestly can't stand being tired in the morning. It's something I'm not enjoying in the least. When I wake up and my eyes feel like I've been punched repeatedly, and when my head just can't lift from the cold, soft pillow, I am as good as ruined. Going to bed early on school nights is key. Goodnight, then.