I called my very structured, scheduled, and organized Type-A sister last night to release my bubbling freakingoutness: "I haven't done ANY Christmas shopping, I haven't done ANY baking. I haven't done anything AT ALL! I'm seriously in trouble. I think everyone is getting giftcards!". And she instantly responded with "Oh my." She kindly did not finish her sentence, but I am certain her expression was sculpted by horror and her internal dialogue read "how tragic it must be to be you right now".
It IS tragic....and it doesn't help that I'm telling everyone at work that I haven't done any Christmas shopping because they are responding in a very unfavorable way. "...like NONE??" or "...for ANYBODY?"
I am also well past the Online Shopping window, which is also a giant red flag that the Chriscle Cliff is here. So now I have to go to the store to do my shopping and find the remnant articles of clothing...the stragglers...the pieces that still don't have a home. And when I purchase a size XL Pajamas for my XS sister, I'll just say "...you know....in case you get pregnant this year"
I could start to list my excuses for why I am so behind on Christmas. But it doesn't matter. No one is interested in my song and dance. The Chriscle Cliff shows no mercy: no exemptions, no exceptions.
*The Chriscle Cliff is a phenomenon experienced, discovered, suffered, and coined by me. All royalties should be directed to my Amazon Expedited-Shipping Fund.
Orecchiette Pomodori e Rucola
("Little Ears" Pasta with Tomatoes and Arugula)
by Micol Negrin
I've made this about 100 times, so I don't recall her original recipe, but I did learn it from a cooking class she taught. My sister makes it often too and she calls it "Comfort Pasta". You'll see why. It's so easy and delicious that you can't make it just once.