Attempting to make
ginger bread cookies, I say cookies because the cookie cutter I have that's allegedly "man" shaped doesn't look like that to me and I'll probably just do hearts, stars and Christmas trees instead. I'm nitpicky like that.
We don't really have a tradition of baking ginger bread, so it's my first time attempting it. My entire house smells of spices now, mostly cloves because I had to grind some in my spice mill. I'm not sure I mixed the dough for long enough but we shall see.
Weirdly, I am feeling pretty Christmassy. Normally I don't really get into the spirit of the season, I'm all Christmassed out before December 1st because the shops will have been playing Christmas music all through the ass end of October until December, but I think the lack of expectations from my family (the only children in the family, my nieces, are in Thailand with their parents, so I don't even have to worry about putting on a facade of Christmas whimsy for their sake) has allowed me to completely let go of the storm inside of me that I usually go through.
I'm actually shocked at how fast December has gone by already, and I can't wait for January.
The only hurdle between then and now is my birthday. I don't know what I want to do for my birthday dinner - for many years we've had a tradition of going to the same restaurant, a vietnamese place downtown, but I want to do something much more lowkey and cook instead. Anything but beef, we're having steak or a roast for new years.
Despite my shitty sleep schedule, I think I might actually be having a good day? Weird how that works.
ETA - gingerbread recipe is banger. I'll definitely make a second batch.