Tuesday, December 11, 2012
While I was making gumdrops today I decided I want to be Willy Wonka. I love making candy during the holidays. Sea foam, peanut brittle, chocolate covered cherries, I'm open to trying anything. My first year making sea foam it took me three tries to get it just right. This year I'm thinking of making a double batch simply because I have a new pot just for candy and I may need to double the recipe just so the candy thermometer will sit far enough. That's my excuse anyway.
Usually I take a whole weekend to get my baking and candy done. This year I decided to make one thing every night. Less stress I am hoping and tonight I used it as an excuse to not talk with the mother-in-law. Tomorrow I'm trying a new peanut brittle recipe. It makes a lot more than the old recipe, which is good because that's one of the favorites.
Yes, the holiday spirit is coming back. I got to my room this morning and found a loaf of banana bread with a note saying it was from a special gluten free batch so I could enjoy it. My co-worker's father has celiac and she and I have talked about it a lot. She made banana bread for her holiday baking and didn't want me to be left out.
I am prepared to give my mother-in-law a piece of my mind as soon as she mentions Christmas. My husband invited his parents to our place for Christmas. I don't know if he was invited to their house for Christmas Eve or not, but I wasn't. The human part of me wants to inform her that she is not welcome here because as she likes to say "Christmas is for family," and she isn't part of my family like I'm not part of hers. However, she is my husband's mom. When he learned that I wasn't invited to his parent's house he decided on his own to stay with me. Of course, I love him for that. Anyway, if she thanks me for having her over for Christmas I'm simply going to remind her that it's the right thing to do. That there have been instances where I am not welcome somewhere and I know how it feels and I would never intentionally do that to someone else. I also plan on informing her that if for some reason this is our last Christmas I want it to be a good memory. So, no, it may not be how I want to spend Christmas, but I am not selfish enough to tell her she's not invited. Besides, it's only for a few hours.