I hate to sound like a party pooper, but since having a kid, I have basically no interest in New Year’s Eve. Or, more to the point, I have no interest in staying up until midnight — for any reason.
But I still find the idea of New Year’s Eve celebrations appealing: the fireworks, the glitz and, of course, the champagne.
If I didn’t feel so strongly about ringing in the New Year with a good night’s sleep under my belt, I would definitely be breaking out the champagne, donning something sparkly and then popping a few of these pimento cheese puffs while waiting for the ball to drop….