What? The Bigs had a Christmas guest? Hahaha, this is The Bigs we are talking about, people. It’s just me. Like my disguise?

While it may look like it, this is not a disguise. This is just what I wore on Wednesday.

Time to prepare tapas for Christmas Eve. Cooking chickpeas for hummus:

I let Dad make the bread and baba ganoush:

Time to open presents!
Silly Bigs, there is no such thing as too many gifts.

Seriously, stop grumbling.

Check it out. A superhero apron with a pocket. SO COOL.

New track suit and fire boots:

Christmas breakfast. Coffee cake and Christmas smoothies.

Christmas ski. Santa brought some powder to the mountain.

We worked up a hunger. Christmas dinner time. Tomatoes roasted

for hot charred cherry tomatoes with cold yogurt:

We also made Uncle Jim’s recipe for individual beef croustades:

and a Pan co’ Santi:

We also had a couscous with a pear, walnut, and arugula pesto. I chose the sides. I don’t actually like the tomatoes. The Bigs think my choices were driven by a desire to have a red and green theme.

For dessert we had yule log:


You may be thinking, boy, they eat a lot. I wonder if they are getting chubby. Nope!

Back to the slopes on Boxing Day. Mom took these pictures on the ride up to the mountain. Don’t worry, Dad was driving.


I was in a rush to get there. I was meeting Riley (or as I like to call her, Ri Ri).

We had more fresh powder. The Bigs eventually had to tell me we had to leave.



It was a tiring day. Good thing I have my new husband for lounging…


I didn’t lounge for long though. I had a dinner date with Meera. Her dad made dal. I was in heaven.

