I Survived!

And the only thing that took a beating was my half marathon training and my self confidence!  Couldn’t been worse, right?  I mean, prepping dinner for over 25 people isn’t supposed to be a walk in the park…especially in a tiny kitchen.

On the plus side, everyone got fed and there were no complaints of food poisoning.  I’m hoping it all tasted good but I’m not convinced anyone would tell me if it didn’t.  I also made a whole lotta treats that I KNOW tasted good (including but not limited to):

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Butter Tarts– a staple at Canadian Christmas Celebrations

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Chocolate sugar cookies with royal icing (my first time working with royal icing)

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Vanilla sugar cookies with royal icing. Clearly I need some practice with royal icing.

Christmas Day went well, too.  Despite having to see my mom and deal with the unspoken cloud that hung over the day–said cloud being that this was the first Christmas without my grandfather.  My grandma did well, though,  She cried once, briefly, and we all hugged and we focused on the good things and distracted her with good movies and tasty food.

I spent almost the entirety of Boxing Day sitting on my rear end recovering and trying to erase the snarky comment from my mind.  Well… aside from the 1 hour trip to the gym where I met a run clubber for a few miles.  Today I plan on running 10K, forcing myself back into Glass Slipper Training and, best of all, surpassing my 1,000 miles for 2014 goal.  Following that run, I am headed to the spa for my annual spa date with some really good friends.

Hope you all had a great holiday filled with fun, festive food and family!

Love,

~Princess Lisa

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2 thoughts on “I Survived!

  1. I’m pretty impressed with your mad baking skills. We made cookies and by the end of was sweating profusely (MY BOOBS WERE EVEN SWEATING) and there was flour EVERYWHERE. My children were scared of me. I was scared of me. This is why we can’t have nice things. Or royal blue icing.

    I’m getting back into the groove but kicking and screaming the entire way.

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