So, if you need evenmore evidence that I am officially old, a bunch of us have a sort of brunch club -- once a month, someon new hosts brunch at their house. It was my turn on Sunday, and Imade a particularly tasty egg-bacon-and-cheese casserole and aebleskiver, a Danish breakfast... thing. It looks like a donut hole, but isn't deep-fried and is made with a pancakey/waffley sort of batter. You need this incredibly heavy cast-iron pan to make them, as well as some sort of knitting needle or spike or something to turn them. The ones I made turned out ok, but not (obviously) as good as my grandmother's. There is obviously a trick to turning those little buggers, and said trick has not been passed down to me. I need more practice. Anyway, the only person who'd ever even heard of aebleskiver was Wendy, and she didn't stick around to tell the others whether I succeeded or failed.

We ended up having (surprise!) to much food, as a couple people flaked out (hmmm, Lotti!?) and a a few more were feeling crappy/dealing with husbands and/or infants that felt crappy. So the dozen Ann Sather's cinnamon rolls were not consumed by the six of us. (If you're ever in Chicago, damn, go there -- best cinnamon rolls in the world!) I brought the remaining six into work this morning, where they were quickly consumed. I also have a pretty full basket of clementines, and ate breakfast casserole for dinner. Plus two extra cartons of juice. I have a feeling I'll be keeping that until my parents come out to visit affter Christmas.

Today is grey and icky and cold, so, given a choice, I would have stayed in bed all day with the cats as hot-water bottles. So I'm grumpy. I know, it's a shock and a half. Therefore, I will take this opportunity to rant about the "festive" "decorations" that our building has put up in the lobby. We have these two-story-tall balloon things -- toy soldiers, wreaths, a gingerbread house. (Note -- the pictures are just of similar things I found on the web. You don't get to see the true hideousness). They're tacky and icky, and just make me think "Dart gun." Grrrr. The other buidings in the complex get trees and pointsettas and such, but we're stuck with balloon hideousness. I wonder if they will let us loose with a blowpipe or something after the holidays.