Santa Baby...
Dear Santa,
It’s me, Erica. It’s already fifteen days in and I’ve been making my list and checking it twice, but not writing you yet has been naughty, not nice.
I’ve been taking my sweet prince Asher on walks down Santa Clause Lane, him majorly pulling on the reins. Jingle bells in my ears, making a mental list of holiday gifts and spreading cheers. Cookies to warm and glasses of milk to pour and reindeer food to sprinkle. Aka LOTS to do, but I wanted to make the time to write bc I got new TLB stationary (👀) and I miss you (and I have some wishes).
Ehem here we go.
This Christmas, I wish to give everybody a lil taste of holiday cheer (you and me both huh). I want a lil glob of cranberry compote, even after T-Giving. And some warm, spiced gingerbread to go with it. I would love a real tree, one to dress up with doily snowflakes and my house-made “chocolate candles” (that, whether I like it or not, look like candy canes). It’d also really make my xmas morning to find that little engraved matchbox, the one I’ve been eyeing, in my stocking. It’s about time TLB joins the matchbook club, and it would keep my elves some company on the shelf.
And while the constant-going cauldrons on my stove keep me warm, sometimes when the air is cold and my toes are icicles, I find myself day dreaming, stirring ganache and imagining a real life fireplace to keep me warm. Not like the one on the TV, something with logs that snap, crackle, and POP. Maybe burning some palo santo will do?
Oh and one more thing Santa, before I have to go (I hear my phone buzzing, most likely a sleigh here to pick up an order). I’d really love a kitchen apron, something specially T. L. B.. With the bakery growing faster than a snowball, I need all helpers and hands to be adorned in the finest robes, of organic materials. That, Santa, would really be sleigh.
Okay, all for now. Stay warm up there? And I’ll see you in 10 days, your reishi cookies and superpower milk will be waiting.
Tah Tah Santa,
Erica B at TLB in NYC. (And Asher, too)