Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Evermore and Evermore

Well, here it is Christmas Eve and I haven't posted in forever. This Christmas season has not been particularly busy or hectic around our house, so I can't use that as an excuse. In fact, we went out of our way this year to plan a modest, frugal celebration. (I don't know why the pile under the tree looks as big as any other year...optical illusion?)

What has been happening is that, in the midst of holiday preparations and events, my mind has been swirling with ideas and decisions to be made about a plethora of issues.* None of these things is earth-shattering in importance, none of them had to be dealt with right now, but all of them kept filling my thoughts so that thinking of something to blog about became a chore I didn't want to deal with.

*Issues, among others, include: refinancing our mortgage since the rates are pitifully low, helping my parents figure out their health insurance, finding a new pair of supportive shoes, picking a good location to plant blackberries, wondering if I should join Amazon Prime. (See, nothing earth-shattering.)

But it's Christmas Eve, all the gifts we've bought are wrapped and under the tree, all the food prep I can do for tomorrow is done, Tom is home from work, even the cats are both inside. It's starting to get cloudy outside, it's already cold (North Carolina cold, at any rate), and now my head is clearing and I'm finally starting to celebrate in my heart.

Tonight we will go to the Rogers' house for prayer meeting. Since it's Christmas Eve we will sing many wonderful Christmas carols, and I will be in wonder yet again at how much great doctrine is packed into those hymns.

Here's my favorite. This was written by Aurelius Prudentius Clemens as a response to the heresy of Arianism. Arius believed that Jesus Christ did not exist from eternity past along with God, but at some point came into being. That's a very quick and dirty summary, read the link for more specifics.

Sunday morning we had a service of Scripture readings and Advent hymns. Two of the men of our church sang this hymn, with one of them playing guitar. I wish I had a recording of that performance to share, but this one will have to do instead. I do like that this one shows the words; they are definitely worth reading.

Merry Christmas!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Because Natalie is laughing too hard to post this first...

This is SO stupid, it just IS. But somehow it's more than the sum of its parts...or something.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Please Leave A Message After The Beep

Hello, this is Beth's blog. Beth is not here right now is really here but is screening her calls. She doesn't have any good excuses for not blogging. She hadn't promised to say anything profound. She doesn't leave the house to Christmas shop. Her children are being reasonably well-behaved. Nobody is sick right now.

There is this thing tomorrow night to be gotten over with. But other than making a couple of easy side-dishes and cooking two hams and shopping for a bunch of stuff, she doesn't have much responsibility for the thing.

She has been sleeping just fine. She has been drinking plenty of tea. She may not be eating right because she can't think of anything that sounds good to eat. In some people that might lead to weight loss, but we don't need to worry about that here.

So, leave your message if you have one. Talk about the Chicago politics, the Christmas parties, the Big 3 Bailout. Or just watch this and pick your favorite Chicago cuisine. Beth prefers the Italian Beef.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Taxonomy Of Leftovers

If one makes a casserole dish of leftover mutton (a fancy name for sheep!), some vegetables, and gravy, and tops it with mashed potatoes, one has made Shepherd's Pie.

On the other hand, if one makes the same dish with leftover beef, one has made Cottage Pie.

But, if one makes the same dish with leftover turkey, what has one made?

First, we (the "one" thing was getting awkward) must decide whether the resulting dish should be named after an occupation or a dwelling. Which leads us (or one of us) to wonder why Cottage Pie is not called "Cattle Rancher's Pie"? Do people who live in cottages never eat sheep? Do shepherds never live in cottages?

Turkey Herder's Pie? Suburban Ranch House Pie? Poultryman's Pie? What is the correct title for someone who raises poultry? Do people who live in McMansions ever eat things like this? Since nobody who lives here raises animals for a living, do we name the pie according to our occupations? Photoshop Wranglers Pie? Mom Of All Trades Pies? And why is this dish even called "pie" when it has not a morsel of pastry in it?

So many questions, and sadly, so few answers.

I do know one thing: If I don't go deal with the gravy that is bubbling over the edge of the dish, we may be naming it Smoked Out/Burned Down Hovel Pie.