Holiday cookie tip

We received a knock on our door yesterday morning. Of course, our first reaction was to stare at each other with panicked eyes assessing our various stages of undress.

Next, we did Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who would answer the door. When Ana lost, we knew we had to choose again…she’d invite them in.

In the end, it was me who answered the door, carefully hunching over and concaving my chest so that my bra-lessness wasn’t obvious.

(Just so you know, this scene plays out every time someone knocks on our door before noon on a weekend.)

Turns out it was my exterior house painter wearing a Santa hat and delivering a tray of cookies. You may recall him from my Camp Cheapo posts – remember when Mr. Bojangles peed all over his belongings and in his coffee?

I thought it was so sweet of him to bring us homemade cookies! And how could I tell they were homemade? Well, at first it was the paper plate and endless layers of Syran Wrap that gave it away. But then I saw THEM, the headless reindeer. Here’s a tip for your next cookie exchange…

*If you’re going to make reindeer with fragile necks don’t streak them with red frosting.

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It was a reindeer slaughter scene. Poor Ana cried as she ate a bloody Rudolph and, through her tears, she asked for another.

Are we still here?

Shit.

If you’re reading this then that means the world didn’t end. Which is a good thing unless you came here looking for Free Advice Friday. I didn’t want to spend my last night on earth telling you how to live your life. So, instead I drank wine in bed while watching DVR’d episodes of How I Met Your Mother (don’t you dare judge me).

My “because the world didn’t end” to-do list:

Write “Free Advice Friday” and post it

Go shopping for Christmas gifts

Lose the 10 pounds I put on

Buy more wine

Clean the house

Go to the grocery store

Shave my legs

In the meantime, I’ll leave you with some random advice based on my own personal experience (throwing you a bone here):

Never Ever throw runny dog shit into a nearby bush.

The laws of physics dictate that the branches will bow, allowing some of the dog shit to slide to the ground, whereby the shift in weight will cause the branches to rapidly return with such velocity that it’ll fling the remaining shit back at you.

Shit will rain down on you. It just will. – I cried.

Now go out into the world wiser, showered, and grateful for another day!

UPDATE

P.S. Guess what happened at 6:11am? Turns out the Mayans weren’t predicting the apocalypse at all, they were predicting the start of my god awful menstrual cycle. So you see, this was all about me. Sorry for the scare:(

She’s such a sweetie, not.

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Brian: Are you going to look like mommy when you grow up?

Ana: By wearing her clothes?

Brian: No. I mean, will your face look like hers?

Ana: (her eyes dart all over my face) No way! Hers is bad and mines is not!

Really?! Well guess what, mommy’s spending your toy money on botox and a chemical peel.

Start thinking of names for your pet rock.

Cheers on the cheap!

I know it’s not Tuesday but I have to share this tip with you before the holidays are over.

We’re having our family over for Christmas Eve and I’m determined to serve a festive holiday cocktail to go along with our rum balls.  I looked all over the internet for ideas and found myself inspired by this pic (I pinned it on my Pinterest board):

Mmmm…drinks that taste like some of my favorite cookies!  I sooo wanted to make them!  Unfortunately, every recipe required 50 million ingredients and I had none…well I had vodka.

Wanting to impress my guests, I printed out the drink recipes and headed to the liquor store. And holy hell, do you know how much money I’d have to spend to make a martini that tastes like Oreos? A LOT.  No thank you, Martha Stewart of the Alcoholic World.  I went home empty handed.

I was staring at my wine bottles when I thought to myself, “self, you’re resourceful, creative, smart, and beautiful (positive self talk is important). Surely you can come up with a great holiday drink that doesn’t require crazy shit like orange bitters and liquor soaked in unicorn balls.”  And so I did.

And this is where I tell you how to make a holiday inspired drink from ingredients you probably already have in your kitchen!

The Poor Man’s Peppermint Patty Martini

What you’ll need:

cheap vodka

vanilla extract

half & half

hot cocoa mix

sugar (optional)

candy cane

 

Directions:

1.  The first thing you need to do is to stick your candy cane*** into the bottle of vodka and shake. Set aside.

*Initally, I felt bad about stealing a candy cane from Ana’s bag but then I noticed that the tag said Juliet.  So Ana stole it from Juliet and I stole it from Ana? Suddenly I didn’t feel so bad for Ana.

Who’s Juliet? Does she know her candy is going in my vodka?

**Before putting it in the vodka, I accidentally dropped the candy cane on the floor and then stepped on it for good measure. But the great thing about cheap vodka is its ability to kill everything, even floor germs.

2.  Pour a handful of half & half into a cup, heat it up in the microwave, then stir in some hot cocoa powder.

You’re free to read the instructions on the back of the hot cocoa tin, but why stress yourself?

Me, once again proving that careful measurement is overrated.

3.  Throw in a half cap of vanilla extract. stir. taste.  If it’s not sweet enough, add sugar.

4.  Pour your cocoa concoction in a cocktail shaker with some ice.

5. Grab your vodka.  The candy cane should be dissolved by now, leaving you with a beautiful pink color.

Festive, no?

Now pour 2-3 gugs of vodka into the shaker.  What’s a “gug”?  It’s my unit of measurement for all my drink recipes.  As I pour alcohol, Brian usually stands next to me saying “gug, gug, gug,gug,….” to make me feel self conscious about drinking, then he goes out to smoke a cigar (a tobacco product).  If you don’t have your own household hypocrite, you can always use a shot glass.

6.  Shake and pour into a beautiful martini glass or jelly jar, whichever.

7. Garnish with a candy cane, peppermint patty, or thin mint.  Not having any of those left, I used a fig newton.

A classay drink! (not to be confused with a classy drink)

8. Take a deep breath…drink up!  CHEERS!

(Not bad, right?  In fact, I was shocked at how drinkable it was.  Of course, it smelled better than it tasted, but at a nickel per serving who cares?)

 

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