I hadn't seen her since her move to Food Network, but last night I caught a bit of Nigella's Christmas Bites. She's a babe. I went to bed shortly thereafter and tried to convince Alane to talk about food with a sultry Brit affectation. The most I could get out of her was a snide comment about sepherd's pie, no accent. Wasn't working for me at all.

This morning is too rainy and windy to puff up the giant nativity scene on our lawn. Maybe this weekend I bring out the giant Grinch and set him up on the other side of the lawn.