I can do without cards and lights trees and carols, and I can certainly do without wrapping, but there’s one Yule custom I don’t mind at all. The Department’s annual potluck Yule luncheon is usually a good time, and there’s no knowing what people will bring. The human female usually makes pilaf. In the spirit of the season, I’ve offered to help.
Rice and onion and peas and raisins and almonds and chicken bouillon and parsley and coriander…
I have it on good authority that it’s all in how it’s stirred. Sadly, this won’t be the human female’s best batch and we will all be out of luck. You see, she’s forgotten the butter, and the coriander has lost all its flavor. Oh, well. You know grad students. They’ll eat anything. There won’t be any leftovers to bring home.
Are there any good goodies here today? Hmmm…let’s see. Turkey, sweet potatoes, ham, salad–not bad. Oops! The human female got here late and there was a long line, so she’s missed the macaroni and cheese. But there’s always enough dessert to feed an army, and she’s come back with a whole plateful of tidbits. (This doesn’t look like watching a waistline to me!)
Cherry pie, a pielette, some sort of cheesecake brownie thing, a holly cake, and a bear who looks as if he knows exactly what his fate is going to be.
Well, put my hair in pin-curls and call me Frigga! The human female hasn’t eaten all her dessert. She’s taken most of the plate back to her desk to nibble on while she “works.”
Sigyn, while her attention is elsewhere, let us, um, make sure they are safe to eat.
You sample the holly cake while I see what’s under this fluffy stuff. (poke, poke, poke) Can’t be too careful with fluffy stuff.