I expect to work the christmas week…not the actual day as I’m blessed not to have to. I’m thus staring at an empty fridge and I don’t meant chef’s empty of the wants to cook… I mean empty as in I just tossed the march and may meats of sis’ I have a wood owie foot which is essentially planter fasceitis which is to say the only thing to aid it is stretching and analgesics. I thus have to approach my cleaning of my space in earnest as if I’m deathly ill which in a way I’m not duh blessings for me but I am hobbled. I look forward to having the stove cleaned by evening in time to make a called out to soup a potato batch. I plan on making irish eyes are smiling potato soup which is to say, double aged white cheddar and bacon with the onion componant of shallots and green bunch…unless I spot and chose leeks. I hav with french toast ala blueberries and dmaple brown sugar bacone an idea also for christmas day proceedings of breakfast: adult egg nog lattes with or without real rum, maple brown sugar bacon with stuffed french toast …blueberries ROCK!- if you remember the a bugs life movie…either dinner. but lunch if home is blt tortillas and oranged nd hash of the browns probably grated potatoes with some onion soaked in milk and baked off. lunch is blts ala tortilla with orange mexican boiler makers or gran gala / grand mariner with mexican lager.