Want to spread Christmas cheer — or at least the scent of it — through your kitchen?
Try dropping a full bottle of Penzey's Pumpkin Pie Spice from a great height, perhaps your second-highest kitchen shelf, way over your head. If it explodes in a rust-colored cloud, as mine did tonight, The Smell of Christmas will be with you for some time to come.
I almost dropped a newly filled canister of flour tonight, too, which would have given us a wonderful White Christmas effect. My reflexes, developed from years of cardio-boxing, came to the rescue that time. I caught it as it was barreling to the floor. I have more baking to do; there's always next time.
Possum was unfazed the mess I'd made. He's been looking smug since that teddybear ornament vanished from the tree.
He's also relieved that I finally figured out that I have two Christmas playlists on my iPod: one that gives us the same tunes by The Roches, Jethro Tull, Jane Siberry, and the Baltimore Consort relentlessly, and the other, which has all of my Christmas music, hundreds of songs. It only took me about five days of playing our stereo morning to night to work this one out. Possum was happy to finally hear Louis Armstrong's "Christmas Night in Harlem."