Furs, black patent pumps, full-bodied reds, something smooth on the radio and spicy on my plate. Holiday season, I’m all yours! (You totally thought I was going somewhere else didn’t you… Lot of growing up to do.)
This will be my second Christmas here in Los Angeles, and to be honest there’s not a lot I miss from Toronto winters. Friends and family back home ask;
“Does it even feel like Christmas?” “Don’t you miss the snow?”
Let me pause a moment and consider my answer while I sip this chardonnay on a patio while wearing a light blazer and sunglasses…
Nope. Definitely doesn’t feel like Christmas. All the trees, lights and music actually put me in the Easter spirit. I was genuinely confused when I saw Santa at the mall. I called him a fake, ripped off his beard, pushed him into an Ed Hardy sales clerk and told him to put on his bunny costume. I may have gotten arrested by a mall cop.
As for the snow, I don’t do cold. I have horrible circulation that leaves me with pale-ass skin and frigid appendages. I can’t even touch small animals or infants after September without the risk of frostbite. I don’t look good in hats, I hate the fact that hands are completely useless while wearing mittens, and my idea of a ski trip involves a hot tub, massage and a glass of merlot. Most winter mornings, I wake up and consider death a more pleasurable experience than facing another day that measures anywhere near freezing. And once we hit below freezing on the ol’ thermostat, I’m pretty sure my soul leaves my body in attempts to hurl itself in front of oncoming traffic.
Winter comes – I die inside.
Needless to say, adjusting to winter in California has been life-changing. I don’t need Seasonal Depression Disorder to get me in the mood. I need to hear carols sung by crooners, to drink wine before noon, and light candles while making breakfast. I need to wear fur to dinner, paint my nails black and do copious amounts of baking, adding cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves to absolutely everything. May the celebration begin! Nothing wrong with a personal sized apple crisp and glass of red wine for dinner. Yes, for dinner. Very satisfying.
4 medium apples, sliced
3/4c brown sugar
1/2c. flour (I use half rice flour, half sorghum flour to keep it GF)
1/2c. quick-cooking or old-fashioned oats (GF oats available)
1/3c. butter or dairy free alternative
3/4tsp. ground cinnamon
3/4tsp. ground nutmeg
Heat oven to 375ºF. Grease bottom and sides of 8-inch pan. Arrange apples on bottom of pan. In medium bowl, stir remaining ingredients until well mixed. Sprinkle over apples. Bake about 30 minutes or until topping is golden brown and apples are tender when pierced with a fork.