So I'm sitting here, with everyone else tucked up in their beds, watching TV and wiating for Santa. The strange part: around here Santa wear a postal uniform. And he carries an Odd Job sack.

We did lots of cooking today, and then lots of eating. Guido deep-fried a turkey and I got a taste of that -- good stuff. Then some baccala upstairs.

I baked some focaccia today, but I wasn't too satisfied with how it came out. I have another portion of dough still in the refrigerator, so I'll give it one more try tomorrow. And I'll attempt to document my attempt on Pugliese Table (but of course I didn't measure everything, so there's no replicating my work anyway).