My icy bedroom window
My new year wish is that all the global warming enthusiasts will freeze to death.
I just heard the frantic scurry of offended enthusiasts fleeing from my blog.
I awoke this morning (after an hour of sleep) and tried to look out a window, but it was glazed in ice. The temperature on New Year's Eve dropped faster than the Times Square ball. It was two (2) degrees here on the mountain just after midnight.
Fortunately the clocks didn't freeze. Yet.
Are we supposed to eat black-eyed peas on New Year's Day for luck?
I hate black-eyed peas and they will never touch my discerning lips....
....which is probably why I'm plagued with bad luck and my pathetic life is in varying degrees of utter chaos.
My New Year's Eve was uneventful and quiet (and frigid). I had planned on having an herbal roasted chicken dinner at midnight but was too lazy (and cold) to make it. So I had fish and chips instead.
I plan to have the herbal chicken tonight. With stuffing, potatoes, green beans, and sweet potato pie.
My present isolated New Year's Eves are a very far cry from the ones I used to know. I've never liked big NYE parties, but I always had small gatherings or intimate midnight suppers. I loved to cook - - when I had people to cook for.
I almost always had the same menu every New Year's - or similar variations:
winter fruit salad, smoked or pickled herring, smoked oysters, salmon, kolbasz, rye bread, assorted cheeses, Russian deviled eggs, assorted Italian olives, Hungarian potato pancakes with sour cream (burgonya palacsinta, as my parents called it), and lots of other delicious food.
And always Le Domaine extra dry California champagne. It was my very favorite (for the memories it evoked).
For dessert I always made a chocolate cheesecake and a white layer cake, and sometimes a Bavarian chocolate cherry cake with real whipped cream (that always took a lot of time but I loved it).
I yearn for those past glorious New Year's Eves, and often lament at how far I have fallen from grace.....
But enough of my memories. Here are a few recent photos.
Sunset on New Year's Eve.
Early morning on New Year's Day
Tree with pine cones and neighboring mountain.
My cat Scruffy this morning, being a wise guy. She loves to climb on places where she doesn't belong - and that's how she always winds up breaking things (see my previous post).
I deeply regret painting that old wicker bookcase yellow - but it's too late.
Ironically, my cat Scratch used to climb up on the same bookcase (when she was younger). I had a photo of her sitting up there but can't find it.
The closest I could get is this photo of her sitting near it.