Lovelihood

Tonight's makings: shortbread cookies, which imparted such a dense buttery aroma into the kitchen aether that I wouldn't be surprised if The Boy broke out into hives just walking downstairs tomorrow morning.

We're still loving the bento box lunches, with their neat compartments for meals and filler-foods. The one thing they're not good for, though, is sandwiches, and The Boy finally put the kibosh on the sliced-up, smashed-in affairs that would occassionally make their way into his lunch. When I showed him my latest supermarket find, the "party-sliced" loaf of pumpernickel, he lit up so absolutely, that, of course, I had to curl up some salami and not-cheese between those enveloping layers to make the cutest damned sandwiches to ever fit perfectly in a bento lunchbox.

Our pair of heavy, pointy reindeer, settled into their pre-festive perch on the windowsill behind the couch.

Still keeping to that tight deadline of Christmas wrangling, I carved a couple blocks the other day. Can't say I love how these things smell, but I do love doing it.

So what if I take this shot every year? What's the point of stringing up your tree with candy colored lights if you don't milk it for all its bokeh glory?

When making up a pear tart, it's best to just go ahead and cut out some leaves from the scraps and lay those suckers over the rest of the thing.

I'm deep in Christmas-makings here, prototyping and lots of cutting. Here, a glimpse of this year's cards, which may go out on time this year.