I’ve been thinking about Mother’s Day a lot over the past few days. I’ve always enjoyed a close relationship with my Mom. She is fantastic. She’s also not doing so well theses days. On some days she knows me and other days, well, I try not to focus on those visits. As I’ve been contemplating this Mother’s Day, I’ve reflected on all the gifts she’s bestowed on me.
Education, a keen sense of right and wrong, confidence in her own voice, the ability to love deeply, cherish family and friends, and a deep and abiding faith are those gifts. I am also aware of those things that I hold special about her that she would wave away. Her ability to laugh and enjoy the moment. Her sense of fashion. When I look at pictures of her I see a beautiful and accomplished woman. In today’s Me too environment, I am struck by the rich life she gave me by surrounding me with strong, independent women. Women who navigated the challenges of their time with panache. These women passed along stories of successes and failure with chins held high and occasionally a few tears but always a sense of self. While equality should be the standard in the work place, much work remains to be done. This is something all women should remember. Pay it forward and have the courage to reject that which should be rejected.
From my Mom and these women I’ve had the courage to try and fail, pick myself up and try again. So tonight I raise a glass of wine and toast my Mom, Godmother, Grandmothers, Cousins, mentors, and friends and say thank you! Thank you for bestowing upon me the ability to reach for the stars and pick myself up when my reach is not long enough.
The fun in a weekend get away is not having to work while you are getting away. At the same time you want to eat and eat well so what is the answer to the question? I have two favorite make ahead breakfast items that I make, freeze and take with me. Both are perfect for the guest who gets up early and the guest who sleeps in late.
Take one pound hot Italian sausage (either pork or chicken will do) and fry it until it is done. In a separate bowl empty two jars of Kraft Old English cheese. Scoop the done sausage hot from the pan and pour over the cheese. Let the heat of the cooked sausage melt the cheese as you stir the two together to combine the sausage and the cheese into a spread.
Take one package of English muffins and slice each muffin in half. On a cookie sheet spread the sausage and cheese topping on top of half of an English muffin. Pop tray of muffins into freezer and wait to serve. When you are ready to serve, pop the now frozen muffin into the microwave or the oven to heat until bubbly. In the microwave eat for about 30 seconds.
Dice onions, green pepper, and tomatoes and sauté them in olive oil in a fry pan. Do the same for prosciutto. Set vegetables and prosciutto aside. In a bowl add six eggs, salt, half a teaspoon of lemon juice, and several dashes of hot sauce. Whisk together. Add in half a coup of grated cheddar cheese and whisk again. In a cupcake pan, preferably a silicon one, add the vegetables and meat into each cup then pour the egg and cheese mixture over the vegetables. The egg mixture should reach the top of each cup. Bake at 350 degrees for thirty minutes. Once done let cool. Pop each mini frittata out and place in a ziplock bag. Microwave to reheat when ready to serve.
Did I ever need Pamper Sunday. Last week was one of those weeks that wouldn’t stop. Saturday I spent the morning cleaning out the basement. By noon, I was covered in grime but had the basement sorted into trash and charity with the Christmas decorations finally put away. Mission accomplished!
A good friend and I had long planned for a girl’s day at the spa at the Greenbrier. As I stood there in the basement covered in yuck, all I could think about was my long-awaited day at the spa. The Greenbrier is located in an area rich with mineral springs and is famous for its spa as well as the bunker. A short drive this morning and I was looking at the great white hotel decorated by Dorothy Draper and Carlton Varney. After a wonderful lunch at Drapers in the hotel, we headed to the spa.
Note about Drapers. It is wonderful. Famous for its sweet southern ice tea and chicken salad, the ice cream counter will make you drool. I opted for a BLT with a delicious tomato. That is a miracle given it is the middle of winter. I passed on dessert and we headed to the spa.
The first hour of our experience was spent in the relaxation room. There I began to let the toils of the week evaporate. Next up, a sulphur bath from the springs, then followed a scotch spray that reminded me of a water massage and finally a Swedish massage. Now I was relaxed. Back to the relaxation room where I quickly found my comfort zone in a lounge chair with a soft blanket and I was in my happy place.
Despite the fact that the day was a rainy, grey, winter day, it was perfect. Time with friends and a wonderful visit to the Greenbrier. I think I’m ready to face Monday! I’m also plotting my next trip to the Greenbrier.
I love the period between Christmas and New Years. Christmas is festive and full of family and friends, food, gifts, visits, and parties. It is ending the year on a high note of fun and festivities and yes, endings. When I think of the New Year, I think of new beginnings, everything clean and white and sparkling with the potential for wonderful new adventures and excitement.
In addition to seeing family and friends, I enjoy the time between Christmas and the New Year as a time to clean. This past week, I cleaned out closets, organized and visited with friends. We reflected on the year and made plans for the new one extending that sense of anticipation of Christmas to the potential for new things in a new year.
I’m not much for resolutions but I love to dream and plan. The new year is like an open promise with only potential. So for the new year, I’m working on new dreams and making plans to see those dreams become a reality.
- Travel – Where to visit this year? I’m thinking of the Mediterranean and Scotland. Beaches and mountains sound balanced. I love visiting new places and experiencing new cultures. There is nothing better than being jolted out of your comfort zone by learning something new and what better way to expand your view than travel?
- Career – I’m looking forward to wrapping up existing projects and unleashing my creative juices on new ones.
- Romance – I’m ready for my lost knight in shinning armor to tap into his internal GPS and find his way to me. I’d be happy to meet him half way. Maybe my GPS needs a tune up?
- Friends and family – I’m looking forward to spending time with those close to me. Sharing and creating new memories.
- Fun – I am dreaming of a new year filled with fun. New people, new projects, lunches, dinners, decorating, shopping, museums – well you get the picture.
- Creativity – I have a creataive gene that needs to be exercised. Photographs, drawing, this blog, cooking, decorating and fashion are all things that I dabble in. I’m not certain what my new outlet for creative expression will be this year. I’d love to take a drawing or art history class. Hum, something to consider.
- Exercise – Walking, hiking, Pilates, yoga, barre – okay this one sounds more like a resolution so perhaps one resolution for the new year?
If I have one resolution for the new year, it is to embrace your dreams!
Happy New Year!
Christmas is a big deal for my family. We celebrate on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Christmas Eve begins with a dinner followed by church and then an evening snack. We move from Christmas Eve to Christmas Day watching mass from the Vatican even though we’re not Catholic. Dinner would vary based on who was there from pasta to turkey and all the trimmings. The midnight snack was always the same, cheese straws, sausage balls and cookies. A plate of cookies was always left for Santa with a glass of cold milk and carrots for the reindeer.
Christmas morning was always an early celebration. A fire in the fireplace, juice, and coffee while we opened presents and stockings and then a huge breakfast. Breakfast was always a breakfast casserole and sugar cake. If you’ve never had sugar cake you are missing a treat. I love to tell everyone it is mashed potatoes as it has a potato base. It is truly a treat.
Christmas day was always spent with family and friends dropping by the house for a cup of eggnog. My Dad was the nog maker. He would begin on Christmas Eve “cooking” the egg yolks in a bourbon and brandy bath overnight. Cheese straws also made by Dad, fruitcake cookies, Chinese chews and sands (cookies) made by Mom would accompany the egg nog as we visited with our guests.
The day would end with a delicious dinner of beef tenderloin, potatoes, asparagus and applesauce raisin cake for dessert.
I have my own version of holiday traditions now but I’ve kept many of those I grew up with. I make the cheese straws and eggnog now and we’re having beef Wellington on Christmas Eve rather than for Christmas dinner. No cookies this year but the cake is made! The DVD of White Christmas is ready to watch and I’ll be up late for church. Christmas Day will be filled with visits with friends and my box of sugar cake arrived, after all what would Christmas morning be without sugar cake.
From my family to yours, Merry Christmas!
My tree is a book of memories. The ornaments are from multiple generations. I’ve purchased some, some my mother made or bought, some are from my grandparents and a few from the great grands. Each Christmas as I open the boxes of carefully packed ornaments I am reminded of the many Christmases past, those special family moments, trips I’ve taken, special friends, and anticipation of what this Christmas will bring.
Acquiring the tree is the first step. My family always has a live tree and acquiring the tree was always an adventure. One of the first Christmas trees I remember involved a trip to the family farm to cut our own tree. The following year the farm was gone so we were off to the tree lot. Drama ensued when Snowball, my puppy, escaped from the station wagon only to be found curled up by the heater in the cashier’s hut after much drama and tears. That year was somewhat cursed. My Dad cut off too many branches from the bottom of the tree as he put the tree in the stand and had to wire them back on to please my Mother. Once the tree was set up, lights added and fully decorated, my Dad climbed the ladder to carefully place the china angle on the top of the tree. This angel was cherished and beautiful and a wedding gift. Yes, you can guess, disaster ensued as the ladder collapsed resulting in Dad on the floor, tree on top of him, and broken glass ornaments scattered across the living room floor. I still recall my Mother’s cries of my angel, my angle as my father was trapped on the floor under the tree. Dad was rescued, the tree put back up, new ornaments purchased, and a new tree topper located.
The one thing I never got was why my Mother refused tinsel on the tree. Her Mother’s tree was a work of art with icicle tinsel perfectly draped. Her trees were the most gorgeous one’s I’ve ever seen. She would begin the weekend after Thanksgivingworking diligently up to Christmas Eve on her tree and emptying cases of icicles in the process. My Mother hated icicles and they were banned from our house. Then again she decorated three live trees., a small formal one for the living room, the large one in the family room and a white flocked tree in the foyer
I decorate a large tree for the living room and a small tree for the TV room. They make my Christmas special.
I love Christmas. I always have. There is the sense of anticipation, the arrival of family, feasting on good food, and, of course, Santa! This weekend I started decorating for the season and making lists. List, plural, there as in a gift list, a stocking list, a card list, a grocery list for the makings of cookies and cheese straws. LOL standing for lots of lists is how I make it through the season. If it is not on a list, it’s not bought or done. I confess, I don’t know how my Mom ever did it.
There are traditions that I love to repeat every year and one of them is sugar cake. This is a delicacy from Old Salem or Dewey’s Bakery that is a bread only made with mashed potatoes, sugar and spices that was always part of Christmas morning. Christmas morning was always delayed first until it reached 6 am and was appropriate to wake everyone in the house, then for the fire to be started in the fireplace, and, finally, for my Dad to make eggnog and coffee for the adults to enjoy while we opened presents and Santa. This was a compromise for my Dad’s side of the family as Mom’s side celebrated Christmas (or the opening of presents) following midnight mass on Christmas Eve with wine, cheese and sausage balls. My mother beautifully melded the two customs with the sausage balls and cheese straws following Christmas Eve services and the opening of presents with sugar cake and eggnog on Christmas morning. Mom was excellent at melding the favorite things of both sides of the family so everyone had what they wanted. She would have been a wonderful diplomat!
The Christmas stocking is another list venture. Each member of the household has their own sock to be hung by the fire. This includes the quadrupeds. If you saw my sock list you would laugh, sudoku and puzzle books, candy and fruit, dog treats and toys, gadgets to amuse, batteries for those receiving presents requiring batteries and anything amusing I might discover along the way. I confess, socks are often my favorite part of Christmas. One of my favorite childhood memories is my Grandfather pulling out the longest stocking I’d ever seen for “Santa” to fill.
So many wonderful memories and so many lists.