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Dec. 25th, 2004 11:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickHappy Yule.
It turns out that the 35 min. pie was at the low (but NON LIQUID) end of done. I'd say forty minutes total was a good cooking time. Also, grandma (who was not feeling well) shared the following tip: Insert a knife in the center. If it comes out clean (strict definition of clean), the pie is done. So. 10 min at 425, the remaining 30 min at 350. That should do you. EVERYONE said the spicing was just right, so take that as it was set forth yesterday. And I am now official pie maker for the holidays. Go me!
Generally, the holiday went well. The family was reasonably polite, the food was good, and the level of sniping was lower than usual. Also, all the little kids were very well-behaved *and* Joe and Stacey let me play with Gwen (the bottle thing, the putting her to sleep thing) without telling me I was doing it wrong. Fortunately, Gwen is a pretty tolerant kid and put up with my lame and pathetic attempts at these parental-type skillz.
Sue's niece R. was able to come for the first time in a couple of years. She's in her early twenties and has been in jail for heroin these last couple of years. She's out now, living in a treatment/halfway house, so could come to the holiday dinner this year. I'm kind of cheering for her to make a go of it this time. Hope springs eternal, and I feel that while she was young and dumb, that shouldn't mean she never gets to have a life. However, it's going to be an uphill battle for her, which is a damn shame. She's a nice kid, aside from the heroin thing.
R. brought her boyfriend person to dinner. I'd guess he didn't have anywhere else to go and if I were a betting woman, I'd say he was no stranger to heroin addiction. Just had the look about him... very Trainspotting.
Anyway, that brings us to today's etiquette hint. If you are going to spend xmas dinner with your girlfriend's people at her aunt's house -- accept their hospitality, eat their bread, drink their wine, and share their holiday table (including pie, damn it) -- it is then VERY BAD MANNERS to steal the portable mp3 player and power supply from right next to the CD player in the living room. If you are dumb enough to try something like that, do not try feed us a cock and bull story about how these items got in your coat pocket and cargo-pants pocket, you fucking piece of trash, you.
Be glad we did not shoot you down in cold blood like the fucking mannerless dog you so clearly are. You came into our home. You accepted our hospitality. You ate our food and drank our drink and supped at our fucking table and then you had the god damn gall to TRY TO STEAL FROM US UNDER OUR OWN ROOF ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
Heroin -- it's the gift that keeps on giving.
It turns out that the 35 min. pie was at the low (but NON LIQUID) end of done. I'd say forty minutes total was a good cooking time. Also, grandma (who was not feeling well) shared the following tip: Insert a knife in the center. If it comes out clean (strict definition of clean), the pie is done. So. 10 min at 425, the remaining 30 min at 350. That should do you. EVERYONE said the spicing was just right, so take that as it was set forth yesterday. And I am now official pie maker for the holidays. Go me!
Generally, the holiday went well. The family was reasonably polite, the food was good, and the level of sniping was lower than usual. Also, all the little kids were very well-behaved *and* Joe and Stacey let me play with Gwen (the bottle thing, the putting her to sleep thing) without telling me I was doing it wrong. Fortunately, Gwen is a pretty tolerant kid and put up with my lame and pathetic attempts at these parental-type skillz.
Sue's niece R. was able to come for the first time in a couple of years. She's in her early twenties and has been in jail for heroin these last couple of years. She's out now, living in a treatment/halfway house, so could come to the holiday dinner this year. I'm kind of cheering for her to make a go of it this time. Hope springs eternal, and I feel that while she was young and dumb, that shouldn't mean she never gets to have a life. However, it's going to be an uphill battle for her, which is a damn shame. She's a nice kid, aside from the heroin thing.
R. brought her boyfriend person to dinner. I'd guess he didn't have anywhere else to go and if I were a betting woman, I'd say he was no stranger to heroin addiction. Just had the look about him... very Trainspotting.
Anyway, that brings us to today's etiquette hint. If you are going to spend xmas dinner with your girlfriend's people at her aunt's house -- accept their hospitality, eat their bread, drink their wine, and share their holiday table (including pie, damn it) -- it is then VERY BAD MANNERS to steal the portable mp3 player and power supply from right next to the CD player in the living room. If you are dumb enough to try something like that, do not try feed us a cock and bull story about how these items got in your coat pocket and cargo-pants pocket, you fucking piece of trash, you.
Be glad we did not shoot you down in cold blood like the fucking mannerless dog you so clearly are. You came into our home. You accepted our hospitality. You ate our food and drank our drink and supped at our fucking table and then you had the god damn gall to TRY TO STEAL FROM US UNDER OUR OWN ROOF ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
Heroin -- it's the gift that keeps on giving.
