Once the Christmas balls start to roll there is no stopping the Christmas type fun, so--before I left town for NJ--Kelly Sara & I gifted each other with our presence, spending a merry eve together.
We started out at the Green Bowl, a stir-fry joint downtown, where you fill bowl after bowl with veggies and sauces and let the stir-fry wizards work their magic, delivering to your table a transformation of good into goodness. We unloaded our minds and hearts as we wiped our somewhat messy chopsticked chins, and left fuller in every way as we rolled on to our next stop:
the local pottery painting establishment.

We painted,
we played,
we learned the pottery-making process,
we may or may not have gotten slightly frustrated...
Overall, we had a lovely, somewhat messy, time.
We closed out the shop, and then went home for a treat:
hot chocolate in front of our lovely tree
and the phenomenon of Tim-Tam-Slam.
Having never heard of it before, Sara had to teach me the ropes, which are:
bite off the ends.
Submerge one end in hot deliciousness.
Drink as if with a straw.
Slam the Tim-Tam into your mouth as it melts into nothingness.
Be a hot mess.
We painted,
we played,
we learned the pottery-making process,
we may or may not have gotten slightly frustrated...
Overall, we had a lovely, somewhat messy, time.
We closed out the shop, and then went home for a treat:
hot chocolate in front of our lovely tree
and the phenomenon of Tim-Tam-Slam.
Having never heard of it before, Sara had to teach me the ropes, which are:
bite off the ends.
Submerge one end in hot deliciousness.
Drink as if with a straw.
Slam the Tim-Tam into your mouth as it melts into nothingness.
Be a hot mess.
Act guilty, yet delighted.
Do it again!






