Today I baked two pumpkin pies and built a croquembouche with spun caramel sugar and chocolate sauce.
This is what happens when I’m home for the holidays. I make bad ass desserts.
That, and I watch way too much History Channel. With my family it’s either the History Channel or Fox News, so I opt for the lesser of two evils.
It was a typical pre-Thanksgiving afternoon of stacking cream puffs and daydreaming about the kind of guy I’d like to share a sniper rifle with in World War II era Germany.
Yeah, if I had to do the whole World War thing, I’d definitely prefer to do it as a hot sniper couple — you know, lining up people in our crosshairs by day, and by night recreating that filthy hot sex scene between Jude Law and Rachel Weisz in “Enemy at the Gates.”
These are the things that fill my head when I’m surrounded by Republicans.
Anyways, tomorrow we all exchange Christmas lists.
I also want a vintage 1961 IBM Selectric typewriter in bright red like the one my granddaddy used to have.
It’s a long shot, but maybe Santa will be good to me this year.