Dec. 7th, 2009 08:03 am
Saints, slugs, and sugarplums
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muckefuckI took the very first shuttle into work this morning in order that St Nicholas could do his work before any of my staff arrived. As you would expect on the first Monday of exam week, it was sparsely occupied and silent as a stone. After catching my breath and calming down a bit, I slid over to the window so I could watch the fine snow continue to sift over the landscape. I had planned to take a stroll around the grounds on my way to the rear exit, but then I saw someone leave through the main entrance and remembered our extended hours had rendered it exceptionally open this early. Now the chocolate has been delivered and I'm ferociously hungry, but I don't think there's any place around to pick something up just yet.
Saturday's events wore me out so much that I was in bed before nine last night.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu was hardly better off than me, so Sunday was a day of sluggery; lebkuchen for breakfast pretty much set the tone of the day. I did manage to cook up a simple soup for dinner with the turkey broth (from the last remnants of the Thanksgiving bird) that he'd made earlier in the day. Oh, and bake up the Bethmännchen I'd made the previous day. (Why is it that the Germans are so fond of letting their Christmas cookies dry overnight?) I'm still not entirely convinced they're worth the effort, since there's so much almond paste in them it seems to me you'd be better off just munching on a Niederegger Schwarzbrot. I suspect the real added value to baking them is a chewy carmelised bottom, so to be sure, I'd have to make them again and be careful not to burn them this time.
Saturday's events wore me out so much that I was in bed before nine last night.
monshu was hardly better off than me, so Sunday was a day of sluggery; lebkuchen for breakfast pretty much set the tone of the day. I did manage to cook up a simple soup for dinner with the turkey broth (from the last remnants of the Thanksgiving bird) that he'd made earlier in the day. Oh, and bake up the Bethmännchen I'd made the previous day. (Why is it that the Germans are so fond of letting their Christmas cookies dry overnight?) I'm still not entirely convinced they're worth the effort, since there's so much almond paste in them it seems to me you'd be better off just munching on a Niederegger Schwarzbrot. I suspect the real added value to baking them is a chewy carmelised bottom, so to be sure, I'd have to make them again and be careful not to burn them this time.