This year, family is coming to my home for Christmas.
We will spend Christmas Eve decorating, baking and having a bunch in for dinner that evening.
Then, on Christmas Day, it will just be my sisters, their spouses and me.
Roast duck – Stuffed with fresh lemon, onion and garlic
Twice baked potatoes – filling: sour cream and chives
Pear/walnut salad – A mix of greens with fresh pears, dried cranberries, walnuts, feta cheese and a vinaigrette
Peas – Fixed very simply
For dessert, an old family recipe called snow pudding:
A light dessert made with gelatin, either lemon or lime, egg whites and sugar, topped with custard sauce and raspberries.
Our wine: Pinot Noir. That is one of the reasons for having peas: Somehow, these little green veggies increase the affinity between the duck and wine.
We get a white Christmas this year; in fact, we have to keep an eye on the weather and roads. It is not at all uncommon for the freeway to be closed.
I have an idea for a sign I might post somewhere:
Presents are lovely, but your presence is treasured”
The matters of Russia interfering with the US Presidential election, Trump’s lack of cooperation with the intelligence community and Congress, his appointment of someone who is friends with Russia and his insistence that he doesn’t need security briefings have me gravely concerned.
A frosty veil falling;
Crystalline blanket white;
Appearing in secret,
While all sleep through the night;
Then, upon rising,
We see in the morning light
The marvelous work of nature,
So dazzling and bright.
How many things happen
Before we ever know?
They’re neither seen nor touched;
Some never seem to show;
Then, upon learning,
We see in Discovery’s glow
Yet another mystery revealed
That inspires us so.
Quandary and unknowing
Are presents in disguise,
Designed to urge us on;
Meant to make us more wise.
Then, upon growing,
We see with discerning eyes
Beautiful and confounding things;
Blessings of every size.
This one has all the cheese you’ll ever want, so get out the crackers…and if you dare, the wine:
I’m dreaming of a dry Christmas,
Just like the ones we used to know:
When the eggnog’s virgin
And no one’s purgin’
Our minds work clearly, not so slow.
I’m dreaming of a dry Christmas
With every recipe I try;
May your days be happy and spry
And may all your Christmasses be dry!