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I worked from about 1pm until about 3am cooking, surviving largely on coffee with alcoholic eggnog in it that we needed to use up before it went off and the toast and burrito Katy made me at either end of the day. Everything for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is done and ready to go, sitting in the freezer and fridge--barring of course things that need put together on the days themselves/meats what need roasted. And some deviled eggs. But in the grand scheme, if I am Not Worried about any technical cooking challenge? It's *deviled eggs.* Potentially we'll need to cut out more gingerbread men as well, maybe do more mince pie crust and sugar cookies, but that's no big, we can do that as it comes. We have the supplies (barring the very few things we need to nip to the Costcutter (no idea about hours), Iceland (our branch is open 24th Dec 8:00 am--6:00 pm), or Olis (probably open 24h even on Christmas day) for tomorrow--more milk, more eggs, more cheddar, and potentially more rum and brandy).

Too tired to be more than dry about stuff. Highlight was probably me realizing mid 4am shower that the duck should start defrosting and racing up to do this in a towel, which promptly fell while I was carrying the duck, so it was just me in the buff in the kitchen frantically trying to find somewhere, ANYWHERE in the fridge I could cram in this massive freezing frozen duck and hoping that my Polish flatmate's visit brother who speaks almost no English would not choose NOW to get a glass of water (he did not--only you know this, internet. Only you.).