Since last time I wrote we have been busy here in San Antonio, Brenda with her Christmas baking, and me with the high stress position of being the official taster. After all we wouldn’t want to serve company things that were not perfect and up to Brenda’s usual high standards. We started with what we are realizing is a Canadian treat called Butter Tarts, most of our American friends look at us strangely when we mention them, but after a couple of minutes of puzzled looks they quickly realize if they don’t get busy I will have eaten them all before they get a sample.
Then it is on to a more common treat down here, Pecan Tarts, and it doesn’t take most folks anytime at all to get on that bandwagon.
Finally a candy that Gina calls Millionaires but that we know as Turtles. The best part about making your own turtles is the fact that you can make them in man-sized portions instead of those nibble sized ones that you buy in the store.
That brings me to the final baking activity that I am involved in, which consists of Meg and I walking about 4-5 miles a day just to work up the appetite to maintain my position as chief taster for this operation.
Tonight we are heading off to the Riverwalk with Rod, Deb, Jim and Ellie to find a spot for some Mexican food and peruse the Christmas Lights down there as well.