Like
snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance - each beautiful, unique and
too soon gone.
~Deborah
Whipp
The house and tree are decorated , the oven has been working
overtime, the two sticks rubbing together to produce presents are showing scorch
marks…must mean Christmas is right around the corner.
I love the holidays…not the shopping part but the family and
tradition parts of them. There are recipes that I only make for Thanksgiving or
Christmas. Each year while making them reminds me of years gone by and the
people that occupied those years. Using
recipes from both my grandmothers, I can hear echo’s of my mother’s voice telling me how far apart to space the cookies
or my uncle who made the best gravy reminding me to get the tasty bits off the
bottom of the pan.
While the holidays are deeply seated with tradition, some
traditions change because we lost a member or new ones came along so we
incorporated theirs with ours.
This year we start a new tradition as we are all going to #1
son and A’s house for Christmas dinner.
I have been cooking Christmas dinner with or without my mother for 20
years. We always had ham and cold salads
(macaroni, potato, coleslaw). This
started when I was young, we had a dairy farm and between chores and driving my
grandmother to her sister’s house and my father working nights, time was
limited. One good thing is we never got
called away from playing with our gifts as we could eat when we felt like it,
although we usually always ended up eating together. Then in 2006 #1 daughter decided she wanted
duck for dinner so we started making a ham and a duck and it turned into a more
formal dinner.
This year the menu is still up in the air. #1 son and A have a Bobby Flay, Ina Garten,
Mario Bartali appetite but then usually follow with a Sandra Lee Semi-homemade
approach. Cooking from scratch is not
their forte but we all know this …should make for some good joking.
So we have a time and place
…the food may or may not all make it onto the table at the same time but
that will only serve as another memory, a new tradition . It really doesn’t matter, we are all
together, we will eat eventually and I don’t have to do the dishes! So while appreciating the past, I can get
into these new traditions.