Last week we started making little food presents for our favorite people instead of buying stuff with money we don’t have. In addition to giving folks a little warm fuzzy when they dig around in the fridge, it’s also clearing out our Mason Jar hoards and giving us something to do with our idle, stressed out hands.
We love our families, both genetic and chosen, with all our hearts but the holidays are far from easy. Between travel and conflicting personalities and personal histories: feeling like a sane, balanced human who is capable of charm, rational thinking, and patience is fucking rare. Not that’d you’d ever guess in a million years, but we’re both kind of control freaks. This time of year challenges those inclinations big time. Focusing on being loving towards the people who, despite being in our hearts, make our ass clench while we do something productive soothes our crazies and makes the impending hangs feel more manageable.
Preparing and packaging these gifts are our coping mechanism, our tiny meditation, to have one area of control that is also an act of devotion to the people who, um, challenge us. A Lot.
Also helping get through the season is consuming the shit that we make. Namely, Lime and Thyme Simple Syrup. With lots of gin and a shot of seltzer. It is truly a Christmas Fucking Miracle.