burp

Holy moly, the food just won’t quit. From being at the in-laws for a feast on the 23rd, we segued right into our Christmas Eve tamale feast, and next day the Roast Beast. It is more than just a bit overwhelming. Some of our people couldn’t show up this year, so maybe we over produced, but still– I am perplexed. There is tart left.

I’m talking butter/pecan/brown sugar crust with yummy cream cheese/sour cream/etc. filling– then topped with fruit. It is truly awesome. Makes Central Market’s weiny-ass tarts look like jello salads. At Thanksgiving the nephews hoard pieces, along with the Cranberry-Pecan Pie. The babies are always right there in the pits, slugging for their share, and all this amidst an array of desserts– for any given holiday, I bake at least three, and there are other bakers in the family.

But today, there is tart left in the fridge. We gotta go to a fam-dam’ly party in north Texas manana, or I’d add it to our homeless feast. Once home we’ll make a bunch of sandwiches, defrost the party excess food, and go share. But you can’t freeze a tart (and I’m not getting into that entendre). It’s a conundrum.

I’m thinking that the family is a little depressed. I’m blaming Bush. It’s either that or global fucking warming. It is too friggin’ warm, nobody is eating my tart, and I’m feeling quite fussy.