Haven’t had them yet. Usually they come while I’m driving from Jim’s folks the Sunday after Thanksgiving, five hours home and my husband is sound asleep in the passenger seat and the dog is in driving bliss dreaming in the back of the SUV.
I hear a song like Maria, or something poignant sung by Nat King Cole or Frank Sinatra and tear up and that’s my Christmas spirit. That gets me into gear for the season. Not that I decorate, much. Usually I cook for the “orphans” around us, whose who work on oil rigs or have no family or family halfway around the world. Last year we spent our Christmas alone for the first time, and it was strange.
This year, it doesn’t look like I’ll be cooking but if we have a chance, my brother and I could make a great meal for our family. We haven’t cooked together in years, and it would be a joy to do so. Last year he couldn’t find mincemeat to take to our Dad’s for Christmas. He looked it up online and came up with my blog! Imagine that? I ordered some online and spent a fortune shipping it by FedEx but they got it in time.
That’s what family is all about. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 