More festivity coming your way in the form of a parfait!
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself once the holiday season is over. Maybe you’ll be thrilled, who knows.
It is actually extremely ironic that I’ve been posting so many holiday-esque recipes on the ‘lil blog (don’t worry, there is more coming your way), because Connor has recently nicknamed me Scrooge.
Yes, like that Scrooge. The guy who hates Christmas and all things merry! How rude.
He’s holding a grudge, because I complained, loudly, for a few days last week about getting a Christmas tree for our apartment. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas. I also love Christmas trees. It’s my favorite holiday of the year without question.
But….a) we live in a 700 square foot apartment, b) I’m afraid my cat is going to eat it (which is a ridiculous notion, considering he barely branches out with cat food, let alone plants), and c) I’m still a baby, who has a lot of nostalgia when it comes to tree decorating.
Specifically, that it should be reserved for my parent’s house, while we listen to the same Christmas CD’s (yes! CD’s…from the late 90′s) we’ve listened to for years and break out the classic box of old ornaments.
Well, Connor was determined and I finally got on board with the idea assuming that he would go out and just get a small tabletop one…
And lo and behold, he traipses into the apartment the other afternoon hauling a massive (see point A above) tree. Not massive at all really, but massive in a we-live-in-a-700-square-foot-apartment kind of way.
He then had to spend the next 45 minutes trimming the branches–with a power drill, no less–to the point where it was almost naked, because it wouldn’t fit into the tree stand that he also secretly bought on Amazon.
Of course, I now, predictably, love the tree. I even demanded that we return the environmentally friendly (and unfortunately, ugly) LED lights to get the classic white and colored twinkle lights that I’m used to.
Nostalgia, I tell you… it wins every time.
Anyway, onto the extremely festive (totally non-Scrooge worthy) parfait. It’s super easy. Almost non-recipe worthy easy, but sometimes those can be fun to share.
The compote is a simple mixture of Fuji apples, fresh cranberries, maple syrup, a tiny pat of butter, cinnamon, and fresh orange zest. It’s layered up with yogurt, whipped together with some honey for a touch of sweetness, and lots of your favorite granola.
I’m a fan. Bah humbug!