Have a great Christmas my lovely readers!
Even though I’ve lived in New Zealand for well over a decade, this time of year is still so alien to me. It’s a time for sickly sweet mulled wine, for hideously great knitted jumpers with misshapen reindeer on the front, for nights by the fire and eating, eating and more eating.
Those things don’t sit well with bikini wearing, blistering heat and beaches (especially the bikini wearing).
Now, I do love the quirky contradiction that Christmas here brings. I love the look of jandals and Santa hats (even though it’s a total fashion crime), I love BBQ’s on the deck (with the perfect charred steak) and I love the notion of a huge, sand filled holiday to celebrate the end of one year and welcome in another – it’s fantastic.
But for me, it’s just not the magical time I remember from the Northern Hemisphere (even if a white Christmas day barely ever occurred).
Today, to welcome in the Christmas spirit (despite the sandals weather outside), I filled my house with the spirit of the holidays and made gingerbread cookies. Sugar free, paleo gingerbread cookies – of course.
Served up with peppermint tea, this combo of strong aroma of ginger playing with my senses transported me back to London evenings in December (watching James Bond repeats and not sleeping much at all).
And with my first bite of biscuit, in the midst of a balmy Auckland summers day, it started to rain.
I don’t know that I’ve ever been so happy to hear the sound of rain cut the heat of summer.
For a moment, it was a real slice of Christmas, on the wrong side of the world.
Mix all ingredients together (I used a food processor) and wrap in cling film and put in the fridge to harden for a couple of hours.
Preheat oven to 160C (fan forced)
Roll out the dough between 2 sheets of baking paper to about 1cm thick and cut out (I used nifty Christmas tree cutters).
Bake your cookies for about 10 minutes or until starting to turn golden brown on the edges.
Take out and enjoy with a cup of peppermint tea and the sound of rain.
At the beginning of each week I plan.
Plan, plan, plan.
I schedule time for exercise, for catching up with friends, for blogging, for working and for pretty much everything in between.
I write lists.
I set goals.
And then, come the end of the week, I fail them. Each and every one
It’s a cycle that is getting pretty repetitive and quite soul destroying.
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars”, is a quote I’ve always held dear since I was 16 and a girl I barely knew wrote it in a Christmas card (yes, I am very cliché). I like the idea, in a more realistic situation, that if you aim high, you’ll at least get somewhere, even if its not where you want to be.
But the problem here is, with it becoming the business end of the year, those lists are getting longer as I deal with the fact that 2013 is a ticking time bomb and I need to actually got somewhere on those dreaded, hung over, new years resolutions I set 346 days ago.
I haven’t run in weeks, I haven’t blogged as much as I want, I still don’t have abs and I still have a floordrobe (much to the boys dismay).
So I have 19 days and counting to pull my finger out and actually do shit.
Damn. I’ve got to get onto that.
….right after this episode of Big Brother.