Okay, so we didn't go to the Casino for Christmas eve, we went to the Veijas Outlet center next to Viejas Casino, but I just couldn't resist that title! We watched "The Legend of The Ice Princess".
It was quite an event with pyrotechnics, laser lights and an interactive fountain.
At the end they showered us all with "snow". This is Phoebe dancing in it.
The girls were riveted to their seats and even got to meet the princess after the show!
It was a nice way to spend Christmas Eve after running around shopping, cleaning and baking cookies for Santa. Later on my friend, Nicole sent me her family's recipe for friutcake from the old country. Needless to say it was a blinding success, so here it is....
1 cup water
1 cup each of white sugar and brown sugar
4 large eggs
2 cups dried fruit
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 gallon whiskey
Sample the whiskey to check for quality.
Take a large bowl.
Check the whiskey again to be sure it is of the highest quality.
Pour one level cup and drink.
Turn on the electric mixer; beat 1 cup butter in large, fluffy bowl.
Add 1 teaspoon sugar and beat again.
Make sure the whiskey is still OK. Cry another tup.
Turn off mixer.
Break 2 legs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.
Mix on the turner.
If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver.
Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisisticity.
Next, sift 2 cups of salt. Or something. Who cares?
Check the whiskey.
Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.
Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something.
Whatever you can find.
Grease the oven.
Turn the cake tin to 350º.
Don’t forget to beat off the turner.
Throw the bowl out of the window.
Check the whiskey again.
Go to bed.
Who the hell likes fruitcake anyway?
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