I don’t know what to do next. Holiday decorating is going… well, slowly. *sigh* Just can’t seem to get in the spirit of things… My whole house seems to smell of poop and sadness. Well, maybe that’s just my take on things, cause nobody else has mentioned it. No. Do NOT call the health department. Really. STEP AWAY FROM THE PHONE.
The tree is up and it’s one of those pre-lit ones that looks wonderful when the lights actually WORK on it. Last year, (only the third year we had it), the entire middle section didn’t light up. So I just piled on more lights and it looked OK. For some reason I was expecting it to work this year when I plugged it in. No. It hates me. It’s been talking to those elitist live bushes in the front yard that are (still) pissed off about the snow.
I DID, however, come across this most excellent recipe for a holiday… favorite(?) that I am willing to share with you all. You may have seen it before… but it’s worth a re-read.
World’s Greatest Fruitcake
4 large eggs
2 c dried fruit
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1c brown sugar
1 bottle of whiskey
This is very easy to make and awesomely delicious, especially for the tiny amount of trouble. Assemble all ingredients and be sure you have enough counter space.
Sample the whiskey to check for quality. Grab a large bowl. To be sure the whiskey is of highest quality, pour one cup and drink.
Turn on electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one tsp. sugar and 1 cup baking soda and give it a beating. Check the whiskey and turn off the mix machine thingy. Add two whole eggs to the bowl and chuck in the dried fruit. Mix on the turner. When the fruit gets stuck in the beaters pry ’em loose with a drewscriver.
Check whiskey once more for tonsisticity. Shtir in two cups of salt. Or something white. Pour another cup of whiskey, use both hands so you don’t spill. Sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or whatever you have handy.
Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don’t forget to time the setter. Aw, heck save time and put it where it would end up anyway: in the garbage. Except the whiskey. Finish the whiskey and crawl to bed.
Now, see. Wasn’t that a simple recipe? I believe I’ve made it before, but for some reason the whole episode seems kinda foggy to me…
Merry Christmas, everybody!