Friday, December 21, 2012
"Christmas is coming...the goose is getting fat"
We seem to sing that line of the old Christmas song often these days at our house. So much excitement surrounds this holiday. Family meals, a busy kitchen, steamed up windows, the warm scent of cinnamon. Lots of laughter and so many memories of all the Christmases past and the retelling of stories from the old days, when my mother and grandmother cooked together in the kitchen of my childhood home. Stories from their childhoods. Same recipes and in some instances, the very same mixing bowls those wonderful women used to make special treats. I wish I could hear their voices one more time.
It is a silent sort of morning, sitting next to the wood stove in my rocker, watching the birds outside my windo...