Post-Holiday Reds

What a surprise as I reached into my Christmas stocking and withdrew, in front of adult children, a light wooden spatula -- given apparently by my wife. Unwrapped! No one said anything because there were so many little trinkets being opened all around, and I guess the cover story was that I took up cooking as a hobby.

This morning, finally, this little thing was put to use and I must admit things got cooking!

By the way, has any other U.S. television watcher perked up every time that ubiquitous Wal-Mart commercial comes on in which a father is looking for "the hairbrush?" Actually, he is sorting through post-Christmas trash looking for "the hairbrush for a Rapunzel Barbie doll." Still, the word does have some resonance. I still won't patronize Wal-Mart however.

Having been admonished about the lack of production of this blog recently, here are a few post-Christmas accountings.