Edgy Mama

Everyone has headed back to their homes. Thanksgiving dinner was a roaring success. My turkey rocked, thanks to brining and stuffing with rosemary from my garden (see below–nice comments about the bird’s bush, girls). The other two dishes that everyone loved are from my family recipe archives: cornbread/sausage dressing and cranberry-apple crisp. The crisp is easy to prepare, while the dressing is a labor of love. Both were delicious. My failure this year was the gravy: it was tasty but too thin.

The day after Thanksgiving was full with our annual Christmas tree farm visit and the decorating of said fraser fir. My boy is all about the Christmas tree and did the bulk of the decorating. Unfortunately, he’s not quite old enough to put the lights on, which continues to be my baliwick, but which I managed to take on gracefully this year (in other words, I didn’t cuss the entire time at the tangles of lights). Mom’s milk punch helped (there are a couple milk punch recipes in the comments below somewhere–sorry, I never can manage internal links).

I love having a Christmas tree in my house. I love everything about it: the smell, the lights, the kid-made decorations, the gifted decorations, even the constant pine needle sluff that gets tracked all over the place. Mostly, I love that the tree sits next to my desk in our living room and I get to look at it, and hide behind it, for over a month.

In other Edgy Mama news, if you want to be entertained and learn more about penises, go back and read some of the comments on the circumcision column I wrote last week for Mountain Xpress. Most of the comments support my stance on the issue, but two of the male commenters fell into duelling penises. It’s basically: “my circumcised penis is better,” “no, my uncircumcised penis is better,” etc., etc. Damn, men are cute.

Coming tomorrow in my Mountain Xpress column, a much less controversial subject than this week: yoga pants.