I deny the allegations, and I deny the allegators
It has come to my shocked attention that some faithful readers are under the misguided notion that as Christmas Day approaches, my focus on work has shifted instead to hearth, home and whipping up vast amounts of foods made primarily with fat, sugar and alcohol. I am astounded by these vicious attacks, some of which are being leveled even by my own family members, many of whom will later become happily torpid from over-indulging in aforementioned foods. Is that not the height of hypocrisy, I ask? So appalled am I by these outrageous assaults on my personal integrity that I plan to write to Conrad Black (P.O. Box: Babylonian Captivity), to ask his opinion on whether I have grounds to sue. I’ll also mention that I thought his column reminiscing about driving home from University at Christmas was actually pretty sweet. I love the image of his dear Papa handing him a “bird-bath” size glass of Whiskey upon his return home. And no, I was NOT reading it merely because I was ignoring a deadline. Reading three newspapers a day is part of my job!
However, I digress. As proof that I am not, as so many have vulgarly put it, “goofing around” I submit this breaking news….If you’ve made biscotti (such an easy holiday cookie), try serving them with a small bowl of caramel sauce. There was an excellent recipe recently for such sauce in a rival newspaper whose name shall not cross my keyboard but which rhymes with Mop and Pail. Or dip the biscotti in the caramel sauce and then roll in nuts or crushed toffee. The same sauce is also glorious drizzled over a pineapple/cranberry upside-down cake served with ice cream. You call that loafing!