Christmas went by so fast. The hype builds up, and then it's gone. You almost wish you could encase it in gelatin, and make it last. I would season it, take a few tastes, then make it again. I would take slow bites, and savor it, which is essentially the equivalent of my listening to Christmas carols on New Year's Day, which I am doing, right, now.
Forget that paragraph. I kinda just threw it in for kicks. I would much prefer that you gaze longingly at my very Christmassy baked pannettone French toast. It's topped with apples sauteed in butter, and, what else but powdered sugar.Or, better yet, look at this chocolate peanut toffee that I made for some very deserving people as a holiday gift.
Maybe you're not quite the sweet tooth, and you'd prefer to admire duck fast roasted potatoes.
Or maybe just plain duck fat soothes your soul.
Wait. Why was I annoyed again?