Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Saturday, January 11, 2025

Winter: how it's going

WINTER: HOW IT STARTED

This winter started off with a bang, or, should I say, a slow slog through the snowstorm on Dec 21st. 

Our lemon cypress Christmas tree


We had a lovely Christmas & Hanukkah with all of the Common Household [Adult] Children visiting.  Then an equally lovely visit with extended family after Christmas, during which only some of us got sick.  

The full hanukkiah on Jan 1, 2025

WINTER: HOW IT'S GOING

It’s been c-c-cold since then.  I don’t like being cold, but I am actually grateful. It’s supposed to be cold outside right now.  And, as Adam Gopnik wrote in Winter: Five Windows on the Season (the best essays ever written about winter, in my opinion), we can appreciate winter when we have central heating.  

…nobody knows the names of the men who, in the first decades of the nineteenth century, invented central heating, and particularly steam heating by radiating pipes. Let us name them now: they included Thomas Tredgold and H. R. Robertson and an immigrant genius of central heating, the French engineer F. W. Chabannes (a Russian,

Franz San Galli, would soon invent the radiator).


After that first official day of winter, we haven’t had much snow all at once; it came in little spurts.  Yet the Snow Fairy, (that is, me) quickly tired of shoveling.  For several days in a row, I just shoveled one side of the front walk, and only did that so I could get the mail.  There was nothing good in the mail.

The Snow Fairy's lazy shoveling of
the driveway was not appreciated
enough, in my opinion. I mean, the
snow was not that deep in the first place.



This morning there was about an inch of new snow, and because the Common Household Husband shoveled the driveway, I had enough energy to fully shovel the front walk.  The CHH remarked, “Oh, look! It’s bilateral shoveling of the walk this time!”  

I shoveled it completely.
But it's just going to snow some more.



Now we’ve got a total of 4 inches of snow on the deck, where no one shovels and no creatures walk through.



I have been half-heartedly going through the 10-inch high pile of papers that, in September, I dumped from my desk into a box, and didn’t look at until now.  I’ve reduced it to about 7 inches.  Still higher than the height of the snow!  In the process I found an important and beneficial church communication; in August there was something good in the mail, but I didn’t know it.  The 3 inches of papers also contained some very sad notes from after my aunt died. 


This coming Monday is National Clean Off Your Desk day.  If and when that happens, it will be cause for celebration in the Common Household.  


I have begun to ease into reading national news again, although there is not much encouraging to be seen there.  And I have ventured to call my US Senators a few times, not because I expect to change their minds, but because the right thing to do is to speak truth to power.  And because I believe it is important to keep our “citizenship muscles” in shape as best we can.  Politically I feel like we are now in an “always winter, never Christmas” era.  


But let’s not succumb to the temptation of the turkish delight. There is real and important political work to be done at the local political level this year.  We have municipal, school board, and judicial elections.  And the positions of Judge of Election and Inspector of Election will be on the ballot.  


At church they once again passed out “star words” on the Sunday just before Epiphany.  I have doubts about it as a spiritual practice, but it works for some people, and as I have said before, I like shiny things.  The word I received this year is “Rest”.  Seems like the wrong time for me to rest, as I have umpteen church stats to compile before February, an estate to wrap up, and local elections, not to mention paid work.  But maybe it’s another meaning of “Rest” as in, the remainder.  Those who have been set aside, who are not getting attention. 


Here’s hoping the rest of winter is not too cold, and it only snows when we all can be inside looking out of the window of heated dwellings. Now, to the rest of that stack of papers.


Remind me later to tell you about
this recipe, which has become
a favorite of the entire family.





Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Blog Cookie Swap: Ginger Molasses Crinkles



The oddest things bring me cheer these days.  I was so excited to see the idea of a blog cookie swap, over at Life Of a Doctor’s Wife (the 4th item).  

I opted to make Ginger Molasses Crinkles, which hardly anyone in the family but me likes.  A treat for me!  I made half a batch, because there will be other Christmas sweets in due course.  I will give you the recipe first and then my verbiage.


Ginger-Molasses Crinkles HALF-RECIPE


This makes 2 dozen.


6 Tablespoons shortening

1/2 cup white sugar, plus more for rolling

1/2 egg

2 Tbsp molasses

1 cup flour

1 tsp baking soda

1/2 tsp ginger

1/2 tsp cinnamon

1/4 tsp cloves

1/4 tsp salt


Cream shortening and sugar.  Add egg, then molasses and other ingredients.  Mix.  


Put the batter in a container and refrigerate for a few hours or overnight.  


Preheat oven to 350 F.  


Form small balls and roll in granulated sugar.  Place on greased cookie sheet (but I don’t grease the sheet and it’s fine).  Bake at 350F for 5 to 8 minutes.  


Leave them sitting on the cookie tray until they “burst”, then move gently to a cooling rack.

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This recipe was given to me by a friend.  These cookies are quite easy, and I find it magical how the crinkles occur spontaneously during/after baking.  


After we made pies at Thanksgiving,
I asked my son to clearly label the 
unflavored shortening.  
And he did.

Fortunately I had all the ingredients in the house.  About a year ago, Someone-Not-Me purchased butter-flavored shortening, but, just, no.  I thought I might have to use it this time, but I had enough in the carefully-labeled non-butter-flavored regular shortening.


“Grandma’s” molasses is a hearty substance – I’ve had this jar for several years, and it is good through next year.  And didn’t I read somewhere that “best by” dates are hokum anyway?  


By a miracle, the molasses jar was easy to open.  I must have taken great care to clean it off a year ago, before putting the lid on.  Molasses is notoriously hard to handle, and I find it amazing to think that it travelled at 35 mph during the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.  Measuring the molasses is probably the most difficult part of this cookie recipe.



Molasses is one of those ingredients
that look rather evil in the
mixing bowl.

It was a little difficult doling out half an egg.  Next time I am going to see what happens if I use the entire egg in the half recipe.


It's a tiny amount of batter!

It is a pleasant and healing task to make the little balls of dough and roll them in sugar.  I forgot to take a photo of them on the cookie sheet before baking.  The CHH said they looked like snickerdoodles, which are baked the same way.


In the oven the magic occurs, and in just a few short minutes, tiny San Andreas faults happen in the cookies.  Be sure to let them cool on the cookie sheet.  



So simple and crinkled


These cookies are soft and delightful.  Danger, Will Robinson: If you cook them for too long, they will turn into gingersnaps.  


They freeze well.  Cool completely, and wrap securely.


For a much more involved Christmas baking blog post, check out our Robert Frost gingerbread scene from a few years ago.





I used the half egg in tonight's dinner,
which was crustless quiche.

Sunday, December 27, 2020

First Lines: Nov-Dec 2020 edition

So many pages, so little time,
but at least some of them are footnotes.

My reading in the last two months of the year brought me a delicious moment:  the moment when you find out that the 900+ page book you have been reading for over a year is 35% footnotes.  Oh, delicious revelation, that I could finish reading this monumental tome!  

Most of the time, in these past two months, it was a struggle to concentrate on reading anything at all.  It’s normal to cry (isn’t it?), twenty-three days after your mother died; during a pandemic with cases of virus on the rise; when you haven’t seen your grown daughter and her fiancé in 11 months; when the election you risked your life for, by processing in-person voters during that pandemic, is questioned all across the nation and even in your own county.  

Some days I carry on with work and household tasks, without a care in the world.  But on other days, doing anything feels like walking through a pit of wet sand.  On those days, tasks can be accomplished, but only with enormous effort.  This seems to be the nature of my particular cross-section of personal and civic grief.  Reading has been alternately a joy and a chore.

Here are the first lines of the eight books that I managed to finish reading in November and December.



Book 1
Opening the Polls
Check Materials
Use the checklist below to confirm you have all items needed to open the polls.


Book 2
This morning, Papa call me inside the parlor.  
He was sitting inside the sofa with no cushion and looking at me.  Papa have this way of looking me one kind.  


Book 3  
Christmas is the most important season of our existence. We spend at least one month out of each year of our lives under the spell of the planet’s most widely celebrated holiday.


Book 4
I was in a coffee shop looking through the want ads when I read, “Macy’s Herald Square, the largest store in the world, has big opportunities for outgoing, fun-loving people of all shapes and sizes who want more than just a holiday job!  Working as an elf in Macy’s SantaLand means being at the center of the excitement…”


Book 5
The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous.


Book 6
The librarian and her mule spotted it at the same time.  The creature’s ears shot up, and it came to a stop so sudden its front hooves skidded out, the pannier slipping off, spilling out the librarian’s books. 


Book 7
Chapter 1: An Elephant, a Funeral, and More Bad News
Monday March 11, 1897
As the hail bounced on the carriage roof, Mink suddenly wondered whether she ought to buy mourning knickers.


Book 8
Introduction: The Question Stated
The course of history is unpredictable, as irregular as the weather, as errant as affection, nations rising and falling by whim and chance, battered by violence, corrupted by greed, seized by tyrants, raided by rogues, addled by demagogues.  



The titles and authors revealed:

Book 1
Allegheny County Election Officer Handbook, for General Election 2020, by Allegheny County Elections Division


Book 2
The Girl with the Louding Voice, by Abi Dare  © 2020.  About a teenaged girl in Nigeria.  Read for book club.  Trigger warning: sexual violence and modern-day slavery.  I thought it was a story well told.


Book 3
Santa Claus: A Biography, by Gerry Bowler  © 2005
A congenial review of how the figure of Santa Claus got to be so prominent in our culture.  But the last chapter degrades into a diatribe a la “war on Christmas” which I found distasteful.   

By the way, I take issue with this book’s opening thesis statement.  The “Christmas season” is only as important as an individual chooses to make it.  Viscerally, I prefer the season of autumn.  The holidays I prefer are Thanksgiving and Advent.  But the book club likes to read a book focused on the winter holidays, and it’s damned hard to find good books for adults about winter holidays.    


Book 4
“SantaLand Diaries”, in the collection Holidays on Ice, by David Sedaris
I finished this essay-memoir, which I found to be quite amusing.  The next two selections in the collection were horrifying to me, so I didn’t finish the entire book.  


Book 5
The Masque of the Red Death, by Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1842.
This was just weird.  I can’t even name what genre of literature this is.  I had to read it when my brother began ominously referencing walking through rooms of different colors, just so I would know what he was talking about.  This story, or allegory, or whatever it is, is highly relevant today.  I recommend it.
You can find it for free here at The Project Gutenberg.  It's about 8 pages long.


Book 6
The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek, by Kim Michele Richardson. © 2019.     
A novel about the “Blue people” of Kentucky.  These people have a congenital blood defect which makes their skin blue.  The book takes place during the Great Depression in Kentucky.  The Blue people are discriminated against, just as Black people are.  A doctor discovers a remedy that renders the skin ‘white’, but only temporarily.   Once again, book club leads me to learn something I knew nothing about.  The style of writing was okay.


Book 7
The Pigeon Pie Mystery by Julia Stuart.
A light-hearted mystery to finish out the year.  I was not paying too much attention to the details of the mystery, but found the characters and scenes very amusing.


Book 8
These Truths:  A History of the United States, by Jill Lepore. © 2018.  
I first started reading this in late 2018. It took me two years to finish, but finish I did!  This book is 900+ pages.  It was not until I got near the end that I found out that fully 35% of the book is footnotes and bibliography!   That said, it is still 787 pages of reading material, but worth reading.

I will put my comments about it in this separate post.

What about you?  What are you reading?  


Saturday, December 23, 2017

Helpful Holiday Hints

Some of the things I learned this year in preparation for Hanukkah, Christmas, and other stuff that went on this month.


1.  Do not drop this.
"Cupcake Gems" = edible pearls.
If you drop the Cupcake Gems, the lid will break and the gems will spill all over the place.  It will be like that scene in The Mad Adventures of Rabbi Jacob when the bad guys are chasing the not-so-bad guy through the bubble gum factory.  You can see from this post-disaster photo that only about one inch worth of these edible pearls actually escaped the bottle, and yet I am still finding gems about the kitchen.  Why do we even have these in the house?

Also, The Mad Adventures of Rabbi Jacob is one of the funniest movies of all time.  According to my parents and brothers and me.


2.  If you want to send a mixed holiday message to your neighbors, put a sparkly sign saying "Believe" in your yard and then plant your vicious yipping dog in front of it.
Neighbor's cheery "Believe" sign with
small but vicious dog.
What are we supposed to believe?

3.  If someone gives you a gift of a dead person's chanukiah (menorah for Hanukkah), just say thank you, use it and don't ask questions.
A gift from a relative, who thought it would be nice for us
to have the chanukiah that belonged to recently deceased
resident of her retirement community.  It's a fine chanukiah.
Made in Israel and everything.

4.  Make cookies.  This is therapeutic.

Nutmeg Cookie Logs. 
Just this month, I discovered that
there is one other person in the universe who
makes these cookies.


5. If you have to go out of state to a funeral, leave notes.  Admonish your (adult) children to eat the leftovers that you spent two hours cooking. 

I didn't think I needed to admonish the children to bring in the mail and the newspaper.  Apparently they are not adult enough (yet) to know that these are things that you do when you are tending to your homestead.

6.  Appreciate and care for your pets.
The kids may not have brought in the mail,
but they did feed the fish.
7.  If you hear sirens, don't assume the worst.  It might just be Santa making a friendly tour of your neighborhood.

That stuff about Santa driving a sleigh?  Total  myth.

8.  Go to the funeral if you can. 
West Palm Beach, Florida
You don't get to pick where the funeral is going to be, but see if you can find beauty and life in the midst of your grief.  Two years ago, the funeral I attended in mid-December was in Canada.  This time it was in Florida.  If the funeral takes you near the ocean, make time to go down to the beach.  Nature can provide some solace.


9.  Take spiritual and/or actual light with you when you travel. 


 It turns out it is okay to take Hanukkah candles in your carry-on luggage.  It might even be okay to take matches, but we didn't take any chances on that, and found matches when we were there.  It was the last night of Hanukkah while we were away.  I believe that the tradition of lighting the chanukiah was comforting to us and our relatives.

10.  Keep calm when talking to the mechanic.
I should have given them a time limit on finding
things wrong with the car.

When it's four days before Christmas, and the mechanic tells you that there are eight different things wrong with your minivan, and two of them are vital enough that they need to be fixed before your next long trip, and those two alone cost more than $1,000, and the eight fixes don't even address the thing where the sliding door opens randomly, and while you were hoping to keep driving the car longer, but it has 124,000 miles on it, remain calm.  Tell your husband that it's time for a smaller car.


Dear Reader, what are your helpful hints for this busy holiday season? 

Sunday, January 1, 2017

First lines: December 2016 edition


In December I finished seven books, mostly short works of fiction, including two for children. God bless the book club, which picked children’s lit to read in December.  

I tried and failed to read a lot of non-fiction, including a book by Soren Kierkegaard.   I was hoping reading some philosophy would soothe me but I just couldn’t concentrate.

Here are the first lines of those seven books.

Book #1
“I wonder when in the world you’re going to do anything, Rudolf?” said my brother’s wife.
            “My dear Rose,” I answered, laying down my eggspoon, “why in the world should I do anything?  My position is a comfortable one. I have an income nearly sufficient for my wants (no one’s income is ever quite sufficient, you know).  I enjoy and enviable social position: I am brother to Lord Burlesdon, and brother-in-law to that most charming lady his countess.  Behold, it is enough!”

Book #2
When the war came to Monterey and to Cannery Row everybody fought it more or less, in one way or another.  When hostilities ceased everyone had his wounds.
            The canneries themselves fought the war by getting the limit taken off fish and catching them all.  It was done for patriotic reasons, but that didn’t bring the fish back.  As with the oysters in Alice, “They’d eaten every one.”

Book #3
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

Book #4
The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world.  They lied and stole and smoked cigars (even the girls) and talked dirty and hit little kids and cussed their teachers and took the name of the Lord in vain and set fire to Fred Shoemaker’s old broken-down toolhouse.

Book #5
Precious Ramotswe, creator and owner of the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, friend of those who needed help with the problems in their lives, and wife of that great garagiste Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni, felt that there were, broadly speaking, two sorts of days. There were days on which nothing of any consequence took place—these were in a clear majority—and then there were those on which rather too much happened.

Book #6
Isabel Dalhousie saw the young man fall from the edge of the upper circle, from the gods. His flight was so sudden and short, and it was for less than a second that she saw him, hair tousled, upside down, his shirt and jacket up around his chest so that his midriff was exposed.

Book #7
In my basement, behind some bikes and suitcases and boxes, sits a Velvet Elvis. A genuine, bought-by-the-side-of-the-road Velvet Elvis. And to say that this painting captures The King in all his glory would be an understatement.



And here are the book titles.

Book #1
The Prisoner of Zenda by Anthony Hope.  
Written in the same era as Mark Twain wrote, but completely different from Twain’s work.  A rollicking adventure (in the sense that adventures written in 1894 would be rollicking) taking place in the fictitious European kingdom of Ruritania. 

Book #2
Sweet Thursday, by John Steinbeck.  
The sequel to Cannery Row.  Very enjoyable to see these characters again.  There is an awful lot of alcoholism, though.

Book #3
 A Child’s Christmas in Wales, by Dylan Thomas (for book club).  
I thoroughly enjoyed this book.  It’s very short.  You should read it, especially if you can read it out loud to any and all elementary-school aged children. 
My favorite parts are Jim’s aunt, the Useless Presents, and The Uncles.  “There are always Uncles at Christmas.”  Sadly, my uncles have passed on, but the role of uncles at our Christmas gathering is expertly filled by my younger brother and my (Jewish!) husband.  My other brother is so very avuncular he does not attend our Christmas gatherings.

Book #4
The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, by Barbara Robinson (for book club).  
Also a children’s book.

Book #5
The Handsome Man’s De Luxe Café by Alexander McCall Smith (Mma Ramotswe).  
McCall Smith’s characters are so thoughtful about life and the world.  A few thoughts to keep in mind:

Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni knew that most of us are not quite as brave as we would like to be—although sometimes we can surprise ourselves in that regard.

The world was not perfect—it never had been and never would be; it was full of pitfalls and problems, of fear, of regrets and of bitter tears. Here and there, though, there were tiny points of light, hard to see at times, but there nonetheless, like the welcoming lights of home in the darkness. The flames that made these lights were hard to ignite, but occasionally, very occasionally, we found that we had in our hands the match that could be struck to
start one of these little fires.

Book #6
The Sunday Philosophy Club by Alexander McCall Smith.  Another quote from a thoughtful character:
It sometimes seemed to Isabel as if her education had brought her doubt and uncertainty, while Grace had been confirmed in the values of traditional Edinburgh. There was no room for doubt there; which had made Isabel wonder, Who is happier, those who are aware, and doubt, or those who are sure of what they believe in, and have never doubted or questioned it? The answer, she had concluded, was that this had nothing to do with happiness, which came upon you like the weather, determined by your personality.

Book #7
Velvet Elvis, by Rob Bell
This is not a book about Elvis. In fact, I can’t for the life of me remember what Elvis has to do with the themes, which are God and Jesus and the Bible and stuff. I liked this book.  It’s an easy read – Rob Bell’s style is the opposite of Dickensian.  Here are a few quotes.

… The idea that everybody else approaches the Bible with baggage and agendas and lenses and I don’t is the ultimate in arrogance. To think that I can just read the Bible without reading any of my own culture or background or issues into it and come out with a “pure” or “exact” meaning is not only untrue, but it leads to a very destructive reading of the Bible that robs it of its life and energy.


… For Jesus, the question wasn’t, “How do I get into heaven?” but “How do I bring heaven here?” The question wasn’t, “How do I get in there?” but “How do I get there here?”    As a Christian, I want to do what I can to resist hell coming to earth. Poverty, injustice, suffering—they are all hells on earth, and as Christians we oppose them with all our energies. Jesus told us to.

My library book stack from mid-November.
I only read two of these books.  I also had a few non-fiction
books on my kindle, which I failed to get interested in.

(For my favorites of the books I read during 2016, click here.)

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Songs of the Common Household

Here are some songs we are singing around here.

“There’s a hole in the ceiling, dear Liza, dear Liza”

This hole has been in our living room ceiling since
it started leaking, three weeks after we had the
ceiling repainted after the previous leak.  Sigh.

With what shall we cover it, dear Henry, dear Henry?
With poster board, dear Liza.
I finally got sick of looking at that hole, right before
Thanksgiving.  Even the poster board wasn't big enough.

"Deck the halls with boughs of paper chain, Fa la la la la, la la la la!"
Our one and only decoration, the Advent/Chanukah
paper chain, is up.


" ‘Tis the last leaf of autumn left lying alone"
One last leaf on our Kwanzan cherry tree.
It is long gone now, but it's so warm the grass is starting
to grow again.



"Oft in the Stilly Night"
(sorry, no photo)

Oft, in the stilly night,
My bladder's chain has bound me,
To rise and turn on the light
And head to the WC.


"Rudolph, the red-nosed water bottle"
My Weight Watchers leader made these - one for
every person.   So cute, and zero calories!


 "Joy to the World!  The pie is done!"
My son and I made a trifecta of pies for Christmas:
pumpkin, apple, and blueberry.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

A Torrent of Baking

Nutmeg cookie logs, decorated by me.

Nutmeg cookie logs, decorated by Older Daughter.

My brother keeps sending me photos of cookies he has baked - so far, five kinds.  Then my sister-in-law (his wife) called and asked me to make Nutmeg Cookie Logs.  Because it just wouldn't be Christmas without Nutmeg Cookie Logs.  (Well, it would, but you know...)

We worshiped God on Sunday by performing the Christmas cantata.   It went well and was well received by the congregation, although I don't know how God felt about it.  I was thrilled to be able to participate, even though I just crashed through some random chords on the last piece.

I will be taking a break from my Deep Thoughts until sometime in the New Year.  So I leave you with photos of our baking.  We baked ALL DAY on Monday, and more today.

Raw snickerdoodles (requested by my husband)

I am not sure it was a good idea to try to make snickerdoodles
in Christmas colors.

Red, green, and regular snickerdoodles


Some steps have been taken toward the construction
of a gingerbread Tardis.

The Tardis parts are in the freezer, and may or may
not be made into a Tardis within our lifetimes.

Apple pie

We tried a new recipe for blueberry pie.  It called for
boiled blueberries.

Blueberry pie, complete with a rift
in the space-time continuum (on the right)




Merry Christmas!