We men are forever shamed by the culinary delights of Sebastian Moh. Everyone on God's Green Earth wants to eat at his house. I thought you had to buy a dog to lure women and here it is much more complicated- ya got to learn to cook.
Here it is the day before Christmas and I got up at 5:30 to unload a kiln so that I could have some nice plates to serve Santa his cookies. The plates look waaaay better in real life.
These just ain't your store bought kinda cookies. These are cookies with a special ingredient to help Santa soar high in the skies. These are ingredients from my Amish friends with a little special ancient Canadian secret added. I figure if I leave out a glass of Casamigoes and a cookie little ole Santa may well be on my couch in the morning. I'll make him my special Christmas morning breakfast like my Dad used to do-eggs, bacon, pancakes, baked beans and a Newcastle Brown Ale.
I am really Susie Homemaker today as I am also smoking a pork tenderloin to take to my cousins tonight for dinner.
Fresh ground coffee from Las Chicas, a heart attack on a plate breakfast and a beer to toast my Dad. Miss my kids but I raised them to fly and that they do.
Merry Christmas to all my friends in the Clay Community. I love y'all to the bottom of my heart.
|Gold shino with glacier pool|
|I gotta get that slip thicker!|
|Blue Ash glaze|
|Oh yummy eat your heart out Sebastian Moh.|
Thanks for all the blogging; it’s always cool!
Enjoy that pork and jingle those bells. Happy New Year.
Great to read about the adventures of a clay curmudgeon!