This is going to be such an amazing weekend. I’m blessed to be able to spend time with my favorite man, his more than welcoming family, as well as my own beautifully crazy family. As I get older I find that there are so many special moments in life that are to be remembered and savored. I treasure good times spent together more than objects. I’m still a woman though so shiny baubles will always be on my list of good things. But without a strong emotional link behind those shiny things they don’t mean much.
And if that’s just too much happy sappy crap for you, know that there will be more than enough school work mixed in during this long weekend.
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” William Shakespeare~ Hamlet
Today we lost a beautiful friend. Cuddles was diagnosed with inoperable bone cancer that presented in her front ankle. We were told then that she could go at any time and we made the most of those months. Today she couldn’t do it any more. I am comforted to know that she is out if pain but I will miss her nibbles. Thank you for the time you were able to spend with us, Cuddles. You will be missed dearly.
We always give my mom a hard time about the house wine that she keeps on hand. Is it because it’s a bad wine? Nope. It’s because it comes in a box.
I grew up in a house with my mother, my father, and a blond child they still tell me is my sister. Mom did almost all of the cooking. Dad was in charge of the Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes and occasionally chicken on the grill (I loved the little burnt BBQ sauce parts). Only in the last few years has he retired. Coincidentally this is also when he started baking cookies. My folks live in a city about an hour away and every time I visit them the cookie jar has fresh cookies in it just for the occasion.
Christmas is when he brings out the big guns though. We are talking about Grandma’s recipes here people. Heritage in edible form. The super special stuff. In a word: snowballs. Ok they’re known by other names as well. Like Mexican wedding cookies, Russian tea cakes, and several others I’m sure that I’m missing.
My sister and I have always loved these cookies when grandma would send them in her Christmas package. Now that Dad is making them they are even more special… even if they’re growing in size. It just means that there is more surface area to cover in powdered sugar and I am more than good with that idea. Although it also means I need to find a bib as that stuff goes everywhere!
On this day I say thank you to my dad for continuing the family tradition with a simple recipe that brings so much joy.