What was supposed to be creamy and luscious, turned out oily and separated.
What was supposed to take one hour in the oven, took 2 hours and 45 minutes.
What was supposed to be seductively tangy and delicately acidic, turned out borderline bitter and pucker face inducing, even producing several under-the-breath grumbles at the dinner table. Great.
So! Let me put my thing down, flip it and reverse it. I’ll re-work the recipe a bit more, and bring ya something extra pimp in a week or two.
Until then – A SONG.
Actually, a Christmas song by Aaron and myself.
Wait, don’t throw your computer out a window!
This photo was taken in 2004 by my father-in-law, back when Aaron and I were little puppies (with a tight neck! ugh), freshly engaged and deeply in love. Three years into our marriage, Aaron wrote theeee most beautiful, haunting version of Let It Snow that I have ever heard. Actually, it’s not a version of the original at all. It’s more like, his personal take on a Christmas song.
I remember the very first time he played it for me, at Christmastime maaaaany moons ago. I fell in love with it and begged to play it constantly all year long. I’m not annoying at all.
Then, in 2010 we finally recorded a demo of it in a studio. And this is it! At last, I’m remembering to share it. I suck.
It’s simple, sweet, and rough around the edges. But that’s exactly what I like about it. If you have headphones, throw ’em on.
I give you . . . our version of “Let It Snow.”
(p.s. that’s me singing.)
(oh, you knew that.)