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Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Mincemeat...What's in It?
I spoke of gingerbread yesterday and the gingerbread that I was talking about was the cake version. The cookie...gingerbread men, is entirely different. Barbee http://barbeeslog.blogspot.com/ mentioned that she served hers with whipped cream. Last night I sampled mine and topped it with cool whip....wonderful! I used the recipe mentioned here yesterday and it turned out pretty well. It's more moist than some gingerbreads I've had. I gave Joe a taste and he liked it...although he doesn't like mincemeat.
Well, that's enough of my rambling about spicy treats...the English people wouldn't think that it was Christmas without these recipes. Maybe it's my English heritage that is coming out at Christmas. My maiden name is Salisbury and our ancestors were English. I find myself fascinated by anything English. Tea, fruitcake, mincemeat pies, literature, and Brit shows on PBS, and my favorite magazine...the British Country Living and English Gardening.
Today I'll go and get a haircut. My appointment yesterday was cancelled. It snowed during the night and this morning it is bright and sunny. It's going to get really cold later this afternoon and this soft snow will be blowing on the highways. Joe has to go to Rockford to the Doctor's today...I'm nagging him about putting a blanket and water in the car. It's such a simple thing that could help you in an emergency.
After I get my hair cut I'll be home to make dinner. What to have? As I cleaned the basement freezer yesterday, I saw all kinds of things I could make, but no ideas are popping into my gray head this morning. I always feel like this when I have my hair done...I'm all gussied up and come home to cook.Sort of a letdown huh? You'd think that I never went out to eat. We go out often....just not on the day I get my hair done.Oh, well, these feelings will lessen as the day goes on and there I am in my fancy hairdo sweating over a pot of stew till my hairdo is damp with perspiration.Hope Joe reads this before he leaves for Rockford.