Monday, December 03, 2007
Caramel Apple Nuttiness
That was the best pie I ever had. Our late Thanksgiving went very well, even thought the dryer is still spewing lint. Sister St. Aloysius out did herself on the dinner. And that pie! She had seen a Sara Lee pie in the freezer section of the grocery store and decided she could figure out how to make it herself. She is a mathematical genius, after all, and her smarty pantsness spills over when you least expect it. On the Sara Lee box, this pie was called "Apple Nut Caramel"...or maybe it was "Caramel Apple Nut". You get the idea. It was an apple pie with nuts in it and caramel drizzled over the top. Did I mention it was a deep dish apple pie? It was a deep dish apple pie.
So now I've managed to roll over to the computer to say hello today. I'm in too good a mood to deal with the War on Christmas.
Especially since there isn't one. That doesn't stop the people who are warring against the non existent War on Christmas from yammering on about it. Thank goodness I am in a caramel apple nut stupor.
But should someone ask you to join the fight in the war against the War on Christmas tell them this:
What war? Christmas season used to start after Thanksgiving....even if Sister Mary Martha put Thanksgiving off for over a week. Now Christmas decorations choke the stores beginning in September. Every type of store has Christmas stuff: the grocery store, the craft store, the drug store, malls, K-Mart, Wal-Mart, anything with Mart on the end of it. Macy's doesn't even wait for Santa to come at the end of their big parade anymore. Wonder if he notices all the dust on the decorations that have been hanging around for two months already.
Is anyone ripping this stuff down or setting it on fire? Dropping bombs on it? Is anyone even asking politely that it be removed. The Wal-Mart greeter may be asked to say, "Happy Holidays" instead of "Merry Christmas" but you can still march right in there and buy a Nativity set.
Oh, please. Getting your socks in a bunch about the War on Christmas is as silly as worrying about when Satan is going to show up with "666" tattooed on the back of his head.
For the record, "666" was Nero. Nero who, among other things, dressed Christians up in tasty looking animal skins so there would be no confusion for the lions at lunch time. Everybody loved Nero's great ideas about what to do with the Christians until one day he used them as lighting at a dinner party he was throwing. He made human torches out of them. The guests were not amused. It was off-putting over dinner.
I would put it to you that unless you find yourself as a Tiki light at some one's Kwanzaa/Hanukkah/Holiday dinner party, no one is 'at war' with you. It's no good accusing people of being overly sensitive when you are being overly sensitive.
I think there is some whipped cream left. Sister St. Aloysius makes it from scratch. I did the whipping. My dress habit has to be cleaned because it's splattered with whipping cream. I lifted the beaters to see it if was peaking and didn't turn the thing off. I'll be doing quite a bit of washing and ironing and starching before next Sunday.