Christmas menu: Where’s the ranch?

I’ve noticed quite a trend on the Internet (two people make a trend, right?) where people post their Christmas menus. Since I like seeing what other people are planning to eat, I thought you might like to see what the 2.5 of us are eating this Christmas.

I bought a bunch of stuff today – food for a big meal, as well as a bunch of appetizers – but I’m not sure if we’re going to do the big meal on Christmas Eve and the appetizers throughout the day on Christmas or vice versa. Let’s pretend like that’s what we’re doing, but to be honest, the 0.5 of our party will probably be the deciding factor when it comes to what and when we eat.

Christmas Eve – Breakfast

A glass of champagne (normally it would be mimosas, but since I can only have a glass, I bought some Chandon and there’s no way I’m going to muck up that goodness with orange juice)

Everything bagels with lox and cream cheese, sliced tomatoes, sliced red onions, and capers

Sliced fruit (mangoes, pineapple, clementines, and/or honeycrisp apples)

Christmas Eve – Dinner

Bammy (my grandma)’s brisket

Au gratin potatoes

Brussels sprouts with bacon and a blue cheese sauce

Green salad (tomatoes, red onion, cucumber, and pine nuts) with a balsamic vinaigrette

POSSIBLY jalapeno cheddar biscuits (this really depends on if I want to get into baking or not. Baking and I don’t mix. But man, jalapeno cheddar biscuits and I do mix)

Christmas Day – Breakfast

Leftover au gratin potatoes fried up like hashbrowns (okay it’s settled, we have to make dinner on Christmas Eve, so we can hashbrowns with CHEESE on Christmas day)

Fried egg

Bacon

Everything bagels

Christmas Day – Appetizers

Crudites (bell peppers, carrots, and broccoli) with hummus and ranch dressing for dipping

Cheese and salami board with olives and fancy mustards

Tomato and basil bruschetta

Jerry (Chris’s dad)’s famous shrimp cocktail (block of cream cheese with bay shrimps and cocktail sauce on top, served with crackers or toasted baguette)

Marinated party pretzels (okay, it’s basically pretzels and a ranch packet mixed together, but OMG, so good)

Desserts are unplanned as of now. I don’t really see the point in buying a pie for 2.5 people, one of whom doesn’t even really like sweets, so maybe tomorrow I’ll make some turtle candies and call it a day. We’ve also got ice cream and hot fudge, in case I want to get really crazy.

What are you guys having for Christmas dinner?

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Dear Sarah: Please answer more eye makeup questions! Also, you’re beautiful and charming!*

Oh, more eyeliner queries, my favorite! Whitney asked me if I could do a tutorial on how to apply a smokey eye and the answer is, unfortunately, no. I am not equipped to make a tutorial, as it would go something like this:

Step 1: Cake on a bunch of black eyeliner
Step 2: Add some black eyeshadow
Step 3: Blend, blend, blend
Step 4: Add more black eyeliner

I am, however, very adept at Googling, so here’s a link to a smokey eye tutorial. I have actually used this tutorial before, so I know it’s good. It’s very step-by-step and I don’t think you need every single product she uses; you can really just make do with what you already have on hand.

One thing I add that the tutorial girl does not is black eyeliner on the…How do I explain this?…On, the, like, ledge part of the eyelid. You know where your eyelashes meet your skin?…There’s a little ledge…I add eyeliner there (to both top and bottom lids.) I use this eyeliner from Laura Mercier, along with this special brush (the special brush is a necessity, as it’s soft, so it doesn’t hurt as you practically jam it into your eyeball and it’s not angled, but rather, straight across. Again, good for eyeball-poking application of eyeliner.) You simply get the brush a little wet, dab it in the eyeliner, and then brush it along the ledge area. This gives the whole smokey eye a really finished look. (Props to my mom, Queen Caren, a woman infinitely cooler than me, for getting me started on this trend.)

So, you’ve caked on pounds of black eye makeup and…Then what? Back when I was single and out trolling the bars for dudes, on the rare off-chance I met a guy and maybe, you know, spent the evening with him (never!) I would pay very close mind while I was sleeping to NOT RUIN my eyeliner. I didn’t want to wake up looking like an Amy Winehouse coyote ugly situation, you know? But now that I’m an old married broad, my ocular health is more important than impressing random dudes, and so, I make sure I remove my eye makeup every night.

I think this tale of my whoreish past segues nicely into Life of a Doctor’s Wife‘s question, which is, how do I remove all that eye makeup? Well, LoaDW, I use these makeup remover wipes from M.A.C. I have sensitive eyes, too, so I can attest the mildness of the M.A.C. wipes. However, I recently ran out and since I’m too lazy to trudge over to the M.A.C. store and buy new ones, I had to settle for whatever I could find at the drugstore.

I meant to by the Olay kind, as I’ve bought them before – while traveling – and found them to be an adequate substitute for the M.A.C. wipes. However, I mistakenly bought the Neutrogena kind and while they get the job done okay, they’re not – and I shudder to use this word, but it’s really the only one that works here – moist enough.

So, to recap, my answer here is: 1) Use the M.A.C. wipes, 2) If you don’t have a M.A.C. store or are too lazy to go to a M.A.C. store, the Olay wipes work well, too, and 3) Avoid the Neutrogena wipes.

Well, I hope these answers helped, ladies! Dear Sarah is always here to answer your eye makeup woes!

*They totally said that, too. No, really.

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Whoa-oh, we’re [almost] halfway there…

I’m still pregnant. Nineteen weeks pregnant as of a couple days ago, in fact. The whole count-your-pregnancy-by-the-week thing annoys me, but there really is no better way to say it…

Nineteen weeks.

Four-ish months.

Almost halfway there.

Livin’ on a prayer.

(Boy am I ever.)

It occurred to me the other day that in a little over 19 weeks/4-ish months/sometime in May I will be giving birth. But beyond that, it occurred to me that one minute, there will be a kid in me and another minute, there will not. And honestly, I feel very unequipped to deal with all that…emotion. Do I laugh? Cry? Maybe both, probably neither. As I said, I am not equipped to deal with this yet and so for now, the thought just freaks me out. One second it’s IN ME, the next second(s), it’s NOT. It trips me out, man.

Other than that, things are cool. I like to think I’m not really getting any bigger, but that is a giant joke. I almost can’t see my feet and every morning when I wake up, I feel like I ate a mess of Taco Bell and drank two bottles of champagne the night before. Plus, there is evidence I’m getting bigger, see? Here I am on the left at 12 weeks and on the right at 19 weeks and HELLO, SARAH. YOU HAVE GROWN.
12 Weeks19 Weeks

I am, however, not in any maternity clothes yet, which is really not impressive at all, it just means I’m cheap, lazy, and wear a lot of leggings. Also, I have two pairs of jeans that still fit, so it appears at one point in my life, I could have passed for four-and-a-half months pregnant. That’s actually kind of sad.

We did find out the sex of the baby and although I was planning on keeping it a secret, it ended up shocking me so much, I spilled the beans on Twitter last week. So, if you’re not family or an in-real-life friend or following me on Twitter, it’s a girl. (ACK!)

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Dear Sarah: I need some brunch menu inspiration!

Today’s question comes from Holly, who also asked about black eyeliner, and is a good friend for taking pity on me and asking me lots of questions.

So! Holly, hosting brunch is both fun and stressful, isn’t it? No matter what you decide to serve, you’ll have a successful brunch, this much I know.

My brunch M.O. is always A) Easy, and B) Booze. As long as you’re not stressed out about getting things to the table piping hot and perfect, all the while getting a little buzzification on, then you’ll be good to go!

My favorite brunch main dish is bagels and lox, but that can be a tricky one unless you know for absolute sure all your guests LOVE smoked salmon. (A lot of people don’t…A lot of people are crazy.)

Two brunch menus that have stuck with me through the years actually both come from Ina Garten. Both feature scrambled eggs (one recipe adds herbs, the other adds herbs and goat cheese), because as Ina says, nothing is worse than slaving away in the kitchen, making omelets to order. Here’s a link to her Breakfast BBQ menu and here’s a link to her Breakfast Party menu.

I feel like a meat product is necessary for brunch, although if you decide to make cheesy eggs, then that’s a whole lot of protein right there and if you also decide to get crazy and serve, say, these cheddar biscuits, then you might be okay sans meat.

You mentioned you’ve got your sweet aspect of brunch handled, thanks to Elizabeth’s orange rolls which I myself have devoured, so I can vouch for their deliciousness.

Other than that, fresh fruit is both easy and pretty, so I always like to serve a big bowl of whatever is in season. Right now it’s…It’s…I don’t know. I know I’ve been eating a lot of honeycrisp apples and clementines. So! Maybe a big bowl of honeycrisp apples and clementines!

Now that the food is handled, let’s discuss booze. Ina makes this Juice of a Few Flowers thing with a bunch of different citrus juices and vodka. I don’t think you need to get all crazy and make your own juice, but I definitely think vodka is necessary, either in the form of Bloody Marys or Screwdrivers, or if you’re not into vodka, then champagne. (Pregnant or not, did you think I’d recommend a brunch WITHOUT champagne? No, never.)

Here’s a post I wrote for Food Lush, where I highlighted Bloody Marys (and mimosas!), so if you’re looking to do Bloody Marys, I recommend checking that post for some ideas about accoutrements.

Let’s just go ahead and end this post on a good note (VODKA! CHAMPAGNE!), shall we? Report back and let me know how brunch goes! And remember, always have a cocktail before your guests arrive. Always.

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Fly like a cheese-stick

I think everyone has that one song (or songs) whose lyrics they totally botch.

When I was a kid, I used to think in the song “Reach Out I’ll Be There,” The Four Tops were singing, “I’ll be damned,” rather than, “I’ll be there.” (“And Iiiiiiiii’ll be damned!”)

I still maintain Smashing Pumpkins’ “Bullets With Butterfly Wings” would be a better song with MY lyrics, which would be, “Despite all my rage, I’m still just ready to cave” NOT, “Despite all my rage, I’m still just a rat in a cage.”

One of my brothers-in-law thought AC/DC’s “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” was, “Dirty feet, I ain’t got none shoes.” (HAH, I know, awesome, isn’t it?)

My favorite one recently is Far East Movement’s “Like a G6,” which, for the record, I did know the lyrics to, but laughed out loud when Chris texted me saying one of his employees thought the lyric was, “Fly like a cheese-stick.” (“Like a cheese-stick, like cheese-stick.”)

What lyrics do you totally fudge up? Any bands (Smashing Pumpkins, I’m looking at YOU) whose songs you think would be better off with your lyrics?

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Dear Sarah: Why doesn’t anyone ask you for advice?

Today’s question comes from ME who wants to know why you guys haven’t asked me any questions for my advice column.

You do know you’re crushing my life-long dream of being an advice columnist, right? How do you feel now, huh? I bet pretty crappy. Way to make the pregnant girl feel like shit, YOU GUYS.

In all seriousness, though, if Dear Sarah is a no-go feature here, that’s cool, just be warned I may start asking myself questions and then answering them.

I’m telling you, LIFE-LONG DREAM, people.

Anyway, ask away, if you’re so inclined. (And if you’re not, my next post will be about booze. Because I like torturing myself, apparently.)

Good luck with your ill-fated advice column, Sarah!

Forever yours,

Sarah

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My $1,300* Christmas tree

Soooo, I hope you like looking at other people’s Christmas ornaments! (They’ve got to be better than looking at other people’s vacation pictures, right? Wait, where are you going?) Anyway, here are a few of my favorite new ornaments that I picked up on an ornament-buying extravaganza with my mom a couple weekends ago.

Sorry for the crappy picture quality. I wanted to get this post up, but waited till it got dark to take the pictures and blah, blah, blah, not even the fanciest of cameras can turn me into a decent photographer. ANYWAY! Here you go:

The tree, all almost-8-feet of it
Christmas 2010

Garlic clove
Garlic clove

Pretty pink pinecone
Pine cone

Candy cane ball with jingly bells inside
Uhh, candy cane ball with bells inside.

Pretty green ball with fuzzy white stripes
Green and white striped thing

A wine glass, naturally (well, not these days, but whatever, let’s not talk about that)
Wine glass

One of three very pretty, sparkly snowflakes (this picture DOES NOT do the snowflake justice)
Snowflake

Chris’s pipe wrench (not to be confused with a crescent wrench, for which we also have an ornament. Of course.)
Pipe wrench

*Technically, it was free. Technically, I guess we stole it, although that makes it sound like we’re criminals, which we’re totally not. I mean, sure, sometimes, occasionally, I steal pepper grinders (and fancy mustards and pint glasses) from restaurants, but I’m really not in the business of stealing Christmas trees.

Anyway, here’s what happened: While purchasing our $66 Christmas tree, the woman at the tree lot inadvertently charged our credit card card $660. And then when she tried to credit us, she instead charged our card $660. Again. AND THEN, since she didn’t know how to use her credit card machine (CLEARLY), she gave us the machine and the directions and made us figure out how to credit ourselves. I wasn’t really mad — just cold and hungry — because after years of working retail, I know that crabby people during the holidays can be a real bummer. HOWEVER, when all was said and done (fingers crossed — I’m still checking our bank daily to make sure the credits do go through) she tried to charge us the actual price of the Christmas tree. I looked at her and said, “We’re not buying that tree.” And that was that.

OR SO I THOUGHT. I ended up pumping gas next to her this morning. I know, what are the odds, right? It took me a second to recognize it was her — if she’d been sporting her reindeer antlers, I totally would have known right away — but it was definitely her. And then of course I jumped in my car and sped off, lest she recognize me, take down my license plate number, and report me to the police for Christmas tree theft. My statement to the cops would read only, “OH, I EARNED THAT TREE, BITCHES BUDDIES.”

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Everything I need to know about pregnancy, I can learn from the Real Housewives of Atlanta

For better or for worse, I’ve taken a rather laissez-faire approach to pregnancy. I don’t like being stressed out (who does?) and find that reading and researching makes me stressed. First you read one thing, then you read another, and before you know it, you’ve just spent three hours of your life trying to determine something for which there is no actual answer. (Except drugs. Everyone’s pretty clear that you’re not supposed to do drugs while pregnant. Psh. I’ll show them!)

But honestly, while I could easily spend three hours contemplating which zebra-print area rug to buy — my choices being two zebra-print area rugs which are essentially twins at first glace — I just can’t spend that kind of time researching health-related things. Truth is, I’m much too lazy and would rather sit on the couch and watch the Real Housewives of Hotlanta Atlanta than read a pregnancy book.

Luckily, I’ve found that with such keen minds as NeNe and Co., there’s no need to bother with What to Expect When You’re Expecting. These ladies tell me everything I need to know!

From Phaedra, I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter how many weeks pregnant you are, you can give birth anytime your baby is around 7 pounds. Perfect! If I keep eating these cookies, that should get me a 7 pound baby in no time. Thanks, Phaedra!

(Oh wait, what I actually learned from Phaedra is that maybe a grown-ass woman-lawyer should stop being so damn afraid of her momma and just admit that she got knocked up before she was married.)

What I learned from Kim Zolciak, R.N. was that — holy shit, wait a sec. Did anyone ever guess EVER that Kim had a nursing degree? I don’t believe anything Kim says, but when she busted out with her, “I have a such-and-such-fancy-sounding-nursing-degree from U Conn,” I did the ol’ cartoon googly-eyed “WHAT???” And then I believed every word she said. Because she was talking about important-sounding baby fluid-y things and other stuff I don’t know anything about.

All in all, I think the Real Housewives of Atlanta as my pregnancy resource is working out quite well. I can kill two birds with one stone…Watch all my trash WHILE learning things…Which obviously appeals to the lazy side of me. Which is, uhh, all of me.

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EVERYBODY GETS A CAR! EVERYBODY GETS A CAR!*

Although it’s not even Thanksgiving yet, I had to post a link to Style Lush’s super-awesome and fabulous 125 gifts under $25 (or less!) holiday gift guide. There’s almost nothing on that list I wouldn’t love to have (hint, hint) and I have a feeling you’ll think the same.

Don’t believe me? Why don’t you go over there and see if there aren’t a few things you might like. Go on, I’ll wait here.

You’re back? Did you find something awesome? Good, now go here and enter to win the item of your choice. Seriously. I KNOW. (Who’s so jealous they can’t enter this giveaway? THIS GIRL.) Anyway, you have until Monday to enter, so go on, git!

*Nobody’s getting a car. This ain’t Oprah.

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It’s all roses and puppy dogs and ice cream over here!

As if the giving birth and all that weren’t bad enough, there seems to be a whole array of other very non-attractive things that happen to one’s body when one is, oh so blessedly, with child. Although I’m the one who’s forced to live through this joyous and wonderful time of child-bearing, I do feel sort of bad for Chris, my baby daddy, the knocker-upper, the poor sap who has to deal with all my mood swings and gross ailments.

You see, I’ve always tried to be somewhat of a lady* in front of Chris. Other than my wicked burping skills, which I only show off because I am an AWESOME BURPER, I keep all bodily functions private. And sure, while I routinely have eating contests with Chris – even though he’s not playing along, but rather, just eating his dinner – I really do try to be a lady and shelter him from the more icky aspects of my life.

Unfortunately, with pregnancy, I’ve found that hiding this crap – no pun intended, really – has gone out the window and I just cannot keep up the appearance of being a lady anymore (which is funny, because being pregnant sure is the epitome of being a lady, yes?) Here’s a sampling of some of the things I’ve said so far and, since I still have six months to go, I reckon this list is only going to grow:

“Have you ever had gas so bad you thought your insides were going to jump out of your body?”

“Stop touching me! I’m trying not to fart.”

“Let’s snuggle. But wait, you need to make room for my old lady pillow.” (Ladies. Pillow between the legs? Oh what a beautiful thing – my hips are happy sleepers!)

“I think I have to go to the bathroom. Cross your fingers I’ll be able to go!”

“This baby is making me…More hairy.”

And, the coup de grace…

“I think being pregnant might give me hemorrhoids.”

To which Chris responded, “WHAT THE HELL.”

Which caused me to whip out the pregnancy handbook my doctor’s office gave me, where I read aloud to Chris from the hemorrhoid section (THERE WAS A HEMORRHOID SECTION), “It says here to take a shit with your feet on a stool to relieve pressure…”

And then “take a shit with your feet on a stool” basically made our night. Which isn’t saying a lot, as we were already in bed. At nine o’clock.

Aaaaand now I’ve just confirmed how sad my life is. As if I didn’t already know that. THANKS A LOT, baby.

*A very apropos story, in light of Prince William getting engaged. When Lady Di and Prince Charles were getting married, my mom and grandma were watching it on TV and my mom asked my grandma, “Mom, how exactly does one become a Lady?” to which my grandma responded, “Stop saying ‘fuck’ so much.” Touche.

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