It's beginning to taste a lot like Christmas

Mostly, Christmas to me is about food (and also the sacred nature of singing Christmas carols at church, which should never be tampered with, but we won't talk about that here). We've been celebrating with food even I wouldn't consider eating regularly during most of the year: caramel turtles, cheeseballs, hot buttered rum, a 3-pound summer sausage...

For our neighbors, I wanted to do something cute but easy, and I think these little baskets came together nicely:
Hot chocolate with smashed candy canes at the top, and marshmallows dipped in a simple syrup (sugar and hot water) mixed with a little peppermint extract then rolled in more smashed candy canes. Smashing the candy canes was fun. I used a paper bag after making a big mess on round 1.

For a number of other friends and family, I made turtles. I've always loved turtles, but they're a bit on the pricey side, so I used limit myself. NO MORE shall I suffer under the tyranny of expensive turtles! Using a recipe I found, I composed my shopping list, purchased obscene quantities of sugar, butter and chocolate, and went to work. My test batch was approved, though I opted to make some milk chocolate rather than all semi-sweet.
Test batch not included, I made 152 of the little reptilian confections. There were turtles EVERYWHERE, on the counters, cooling racks, fridge, freezer, nearly all flat surfaces in the kitchen.
It was a fun project, but boy were my hands ever sore after carmel-ing. They sort of cramped together like claws for a few days after.
And here's the finished product: packaged and ready (almost) for shipping!

For another of our little get-togethers, I improvised a cheese ball. We had a lot of cheddar lying around and some smashed pecans left over from turtles, so I added cream cheese and dry minced onion and some other stuff and presto!It made a yummy companion for the sausage.

Lastly, here's a nice shot of the tree, pre-Christmas morning destruction:

"Freezing butts."

Last night, the predicted overnight low was 9 degrees. NINE. Single digits are fairly unheard of in our pocket of the country, so we had to do some things to prepare. Tonight's not supposed to be much warmer, coming in at 12. We left our water trickling so our pipes didn't freeze (yay uninsulated crawl space!) and threw an extra blanket on the bed. Also, this:

which, if you can't tell, is our little laurel shrubs covered in paper grocery bags. And this is our pool, which was covered in a sheet of ice about an inch and a half thick. I have to go bust it up again.

Plants and things (laurels and camellias, mostly) are looking a little ragged, but I'm hopeful everything will survive. I'm looking forward to camellia blooms this spring, which won't happen if all the buds fall off.

Anyway, on to more Christmasy matters. We put lights on our tree last week and were told by our neighbors up the street that it looks awesome through our front window. It has about four ornaments on it right now...I have to finish decorating.

Here's that footed bowl with the pomegranates. They're deepening in color to a nice punchy red, and they look very festive. Isn't the bowl great?

The kissing ball (nod to sophomore year of college) is hung. I need to figure out how to get some mistletoe out of our oak trees so I can hang that, too. (In the background of this picture, please note the wreath hanging on the dining room wall. That was a clearance steal last year, for five measly dollars...marked down from 80. Who pays that for a wreath!?)

Lastly, continuing with the pomegranate decorations, I made this doorhanger that I saw in BHG. It's hanging on the closet in the dining room. Nice little shot of color.

I tried to get creative and improvise another hanging, but I'm not sure it took on quite the style I was hoping for. It kind of just looks like an orange wired to some tree branches. Oh well. Win some, lose some.