I wasn’t born with one of these in my mouth, but I love using them to scoop up my morning Cheerios or the (occasional!) evening ice cream…in my home, they’re not hidden away. That’s the way it was for my mother though – we used stainless 362 days/year while the silver lay cloistered in soft velvet, revealing its sleek glory only for Easter, Thanksgiving, & Christmas.
There’s nothing like ‘the holidays’ to harken tradition. For better or worse. When you’re raised suburban middle-class christian in southern California & in spite of it all fall into everyday primate ways, religious tradition can seem tedious. The bigger picture takes over, & parochial family ways are rejected, lost, buried. Thankfully, food saves the day. As usual.
I’ve already written about our family’s lefse tradition. This year I reverted to the nostalgia of gingerbread cookies in a (largely successful actually) attempt to recapture some winter holiday spirit. Once 4-year old grandson D was convinced that playing with cookie dough is just as much fun – no, more fun – than playing with our well-greased pile of play-doh, his hours of deep practice yielded yummy results. (NOTE: if you try this day-long project in your own home, the energy forecast is for extreme caloric highs & possible endurance lows.)
We celebrated the winter solstice yesterday with a gorgeous (if I do say so myself) German pancake – another family food favorite…I guess there’s something to this tradition thing after all, at least when it involves apples & maple syrup.
R & I are heading out of town tomorrow – I’m worn out from all this enforced holiday activity. A recent Xmas day was spent flying to Tokyo. We’ve so enjoyed our past holidays in Scotland (you guessed it: fabulous food!) that we decided to spend a few days up in the Sierras this year with the visiting Scottish-tethered relatives. I still have to pack, but was happy to find that 35+ year old down jacket still hanging around in the closet to help out with a clear & cold no-snow forecast…yikes, more dry weather…!
We’ve lost our way with this western world winter holiday. I know I’m not the first person to make this observation. In spite of my determination to rein it in, I feel worn out way before the holiday parties even start to tumble in one after another…don’t get me going about why everyone feels they have to have one. Hey, let’s do something in March instead, celebrate the spring equinox or something! Oh – I guess that’s what we call Easter.
Well. So. I do love the tradition of wishing good will, and I really do wish that for you & yours.
We’ll keep working on this December problem, OK?? & please, let’s not make it into a November problem as well.