That song has been playing constantly on satellite radio. And, it’s SO long. So many choruses. I can’t get those lyrics out of my head.
Don’t they know we’re officially in a recession? Nobody can afford 12 Days of Christmas gifts, and all the multiples of the previous days.
I’ve got more important things on my mind. "The King of Paella" (Rocky), his wife and Hal2008 (who has been palling around with Frank Bruni as of late) are coming for dinner, so the stove has been on overdrive. I’m a little nervous. I have a lot to live up to.
I was pleasantly surprised that my dessert, Tarte aux Poires a la Frangipane (Pear Tart with Almond Cream) begat two miniature versions as well. It seemed a sweet treat to share with all of you who love mini tarts (and, you know who you are!).
However, there is no partridge on the menu. Just chicken. We are in a recession, after all.
Tis the season!
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