Nothing Says Spirit Like Bacon-Fat Cashew Ball

Before trimming the Christmas tree with wife and son, I fried us up some North Country Smokehouse Applewood Smoked Bacon on the old George Foreman and watched that bacon fat run. It was the overflowing drip-tray combined with Handel's O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion that got me thinking about that squirrel (?), and how the weatherman was calling for wintry mix, and how a bit of applewood-smoked holiday cheer might be needed out back. So I poured the fat in a ramekin full of cashews and put it in the mudroom to congeal overnight. Tomorrow morning, Christmas Day comes early in the yard.