This post may or may not contain graphic Christmas references. You have been warned.
In honor of my friend Janetha, the skies decided to open up wide and “Let it snow…let it snow…let it snow!” Apparently, us Midwesterners need to brace ourselves for a snowpocalypse arriving Tuesday night. Gah, I am NOT ready for a blizzard quite yet.
That would be a French Meadow sprouted cinnamon raisin bagel + AB, alongside a sliced Braeburn apple.
Breakfast twas’ delish, but lunch was even merrier due to the fact clementines are back. Yes, there is a small month-long window in December when these babies are as good as anything. All four were downed in a matter of minutes.
The holiday season wouldn’t be complete without putting out cookies for Santa myself – that would be one of those soft, cakey grocery store holiday cookies (da best!) alongside Bekah’s cumin/cinnamon/maple almonds. Hark the herald bloggers sing!
After work, my co-worker and fabulous friend Natalie held a Christmas tree lighting in honor of the great Rockefellar Christmas tree in NYC. Now, I have never seen the Rockefellar tree, but I am pretty sure hers is even better…
The grand tree lighting was followed by LOTS of yummy food…
(clockwise from bottom left) hot dog wieners wrapped in bacon + brown sugar, beer cheese dip (with assorted pretzels), puppy chow and beef stew over mashed potatoes
I ate a couple wieners (TWSS), a truckload of pretzels + dip (SOOOO good!), a couple hundred handfuls of puppy chow and a small bowl of the beef stew over mashed potatoes a.k.a. Shepherd’s Pie in a bowl. Glorious.
However, we eight kings of orient are didn’t stop there.
Enter in spiked hot chocolate.
Hot chocolate mix + water + skim milk + Peppermint Schnapps + Cool Whip + a candy cane do make a killer combination. I wanted to drink like 6 of these.
Then, like the old German tradition says, it was time to find the pickle in the tree!
Okay, so I really didn’t win. Casey found the pickle, but they left the pickle so I could find it too. Yes, I am a five-year-old.
Then, we called it a silent night, but not before one group shot…
Love these people. All of them. Lots. I couldn’t ask for better co-workers and friends.
Looking eerily similar to Santa Claus, I hiked up my full belly, put on my Christmas hat and happily headed home – which is where I am right now. I am finishing up some freelance writing, blogging and listening to my Pandora broadway station and crossing my fingers I can get to bed before Santa gets here…or before 2am, whichever comes sooner.
Merry (early) Christmas to all, and to all a good night!