A few days ago Eric and I received a box in the mail from our friends Sarah and Brian. It was obviously a Christmas present. I was about to start cutting it open (I knew there were going to be cookies in it) and Eric, as usual, said, No, we have to wait until Christmas!
We have this argument every year. I think Eric must like stale cookies or something. But I won.
We have the most awesome friends ever. Who else gives you homemade pillows for Christmas that feature your favorite poets? Eric has a man-crush on Bono and I took an American Gothic Literature course where I fell in love with Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories.
Sarah and I were roommates in college. (So were Brian and Eric, actually.) It was not love at first sight; the first time we met was in our dorm room which she had already decorated with anime and “make love not war” posters. Later she told me that I came in with my snappy blonde hair, talking on my cell phone nonstop and saying “like” all the time and she pretty much decided to hate me right then and there.
But some things were meant to be, and Sarah and I were, well, meant to be. Sarah loves poetry, and I think our fate was sealed when I wrote a poem for another roommate of ours once when I borrowed some Q-tips from her. It was something like this:
I have taken
that were in
the medicine cabinet
you were probably
for your ears.
they were perfect
and so fuzzy.
The other roommate didn’t get it (and probably thought I was a total freak). But Sarah, of course, recognized at once that it was a play on the poem This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams.
Friends who really know you well enough to appreciate your weird Q-tip poems and make you Bono pillows are just the best thing ever, aren’t they?
This spritz recipe is another one from Grandma Prudie. When Eric first described these cookies that they make every Christmas at his house, I was thinking to myself They sound like those hard little shortbread cookies they sell in tin cans. Gross. But never fear. These are not even comparable to the tin can variety. Eric’s family traditionally puts colored sugar on them, but I decided to add a glazed frosting. Because how can frosting ever be a bad choice?