I have been pretty lax in posting this past week. Actually, lax is far too generous a word.  Rather, I have been pretty negligent.  As a result, you will probably get a smattering of posts from me reflecting on this past week, pre and post Christmas.

As for Christmas Eve, I am reflecting on Christmas eve of my childhood. I remember leaving milk and cookies for Santa.  One year (maybe more than one) after returning from midnight mass and planning on going to sleep (though my excitement would keep me up for hours) we were getting the milk and cookies together when my Mom suggested leaving Santa a beer.

I don’t know if we ever did that, or if in fact that “joke” was used more than once. All I know is that this memory got me thinking about having a beer.  I opted to have one of my all time favourites–because it is the festive season and also because I will treat myself to the things I want from this day henceforth (see Christmas is infecting me more than I realize….or is it Dickens?

As for this lovely specimen from Unibroue, it is delicious. As for the name, no, the irony is not lost on me.