While perusing at Michael’s, Katie and I divulged our similar secrets. We both absolutely love Christmas Music. I love it in harshly lit and linoelum floored shopping malls, in shabby dark restaurants, and just about anywhere. And I’ll just about start humming them with no shame (or less than usual). Luckily no one’s given me a weird stare or stopped me yet.
Without further ado, some pictures from our Touristy Rockefeller Christmas tour.
The guy guarding the Rockefeller Tree said it came from Norway this year … which upon googling he was well meaning but lied. It is a Norway Spruce from Gardiner, NY. Clam and I weren’t sure if this was a real tree initially, as it sounds really sad to cut down a tree every year that took a couple hundred years to grow just to bring it to NYC.
Another view of our reservoir. Winter sky is so beautiful. Really glad we live close to the park and can take photos like this instead of downtown grime all the time.
Also with all the leaves gone, it’s been fascinating to see how unorganized the branches grow.
This is Clam in his early Christmas present. It wasn’t a surprise because I forced him into REI to find his size, so this is why he can have it early. I am totally spoiled now with live Douglas firs for Christmas. You can oft finding me just standing next to the tree to smell it.
One day, I got a hankering to make salmon head soup… so totally did! Photo-wise it appeared like a success 🙂 Not that it wasn’t, but I was too lazy or didn’t follow the entire recipe to take the bones out because I have some genetically endowed mad ninja skills to do it while I’m eating (or I’m Asian) so didn’t think it was going to be too horrible. Clam said he liked the taste, but stopped after a couple of bites because he felt everything was a bone. He asked about the dill, the onion… everything. Anyways, I also made chicken and rice for a backup dinner… luckily for him.