I was lousy at keeping my station of three booths and a corner of the counter content. The women taught me, I learned as fast as possible and, by the middle of my second week I was pretty good.
The one thing I’ll ask of you is to eat more soda bread than get stupefying drunk
100-dollar-cake is about the only cake I’m assured will come out decently.
Memories are unreliable, especially for food that are always entwined with the rest of the senses.
This takes me to 3:42 a.m. It’s not that I can not sleep, it’s that I can not stay asleep.
There are presents to wrap, blessings to add to the family’s current list. The first of many warm holiday winter drinks wait to be brewed.
Lisa bakes cookies between making gifts and decorations and preparing for multiple family feasts. She bakes at night after working eight hours. Once she brought in a box the size of a small dog carrier that overflowed with what seemed hundreds of different kinds of cookies. She was also seven months pregnant.
Dad’s favorite Christmas song was Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. It hasn’t been the same since.
In between, we satisfied ourselves with calling Margie which allowed us to conclude her good humor was seeing her through her isolation.
Of all the dishes Mom spread across the holiday table, her stuffing recipe is the one I religiously follow.