three meals

Good morning, post-Christmas world! I speak for myself, of course. My Polish friends are just at the start of their days of Christmas. Even my older girl still has some Christmas moments with other family members before her. But for me, the holiday is over and my eyes are turned toward the rest of this month and the beginning of the New Year.

Outside, it's still a bit nippy, but not for long. By tomorrow, we'll be above freezing. And I have to say, as slush will replace the crunch that I so love when I step out on drifts of snow, I will miss just a little this winter chill. I mean, keep the polar vortex to yourselves up there in the northern parts of the earth. But a gentler version of winter frost is lovely. I look forward to its return next week!

I have a bit of a game with the animals today. Pancake, the seventh stray that we haven't yet domesticated nor have we even trapped her for spaying purposes, comes crying this morning. So I set myself the goal of corralling as many of our six cats as I can, and hustling them inside, so that I can feed Pancake underneath one of the cars. She's come to identify that spot as a place where she might get some food. All this takes forever. Cat chores can be easy, unless some outsider shows up and throws off the rhythm of farmette life.

(Dance and Friendly Tiger, watching for signs of Pancake.)

Now, let's review the day in terms of its meals. First, the quiet one that starts the day:

1. Breakfast

What to have today? Still working on the panettone, which by now has graduated in our eyes to really really good!

[As I wait for Ed, I study my new cookbook. My daughters and I are all great cookbook readers. We carefully pick new ones for the year and gift them as Christmas presents. Ed claims there's nothing you can't cook that can't be found on the internet, but this quite misses the point. We read cookbooks to search out ideas and to learn new approaches to food. Yes, sometimes there will be a recipe worth trying, but most of our reading isn't about just finding a good recipe.]

I was supposed to meet the two young families at the Black Earth Children's Museum, but at the last minute I bowed out of that one. Instead, Ed and I took down the tree -- our beautiful, most perfect (if just a tad crooked) tree that held on to its needles magnificently for more than a month! 

Still, the satisfaction of putting things away and picking up all the post holiday debris is huge and this year Ed partners up with me to get the job done swiftly, efficiently. 

2. Lunch

I meet up with the young families (minus one working father) at Longtable -- a local place that sees itself as a "beer cafe," though we have neither beer nor coffee there today. Just lunch. It's typical pub style foods but well prepared and yes, they do have long tables!

(the two plaid girls...)

(a boy who loves to connect the numbers...)

(a boy who loves to wiggle!)

(she starts a trend among the older kids today of conducting surveys. for most of our time together we all get asked -- which do you prefer, X or Y? And then the numbers are tallied and the winning choices are announced. again and again. many surveys!) 

(the long table...)

(time to head out! the plaid girls get going...)

3. Dinner

We eat at Lucille's off the Square. This is super nostalgic for us, because the last time we were there was for a (pre)holiday dinner in 2019. The two youngest kids weren't born yet. Snowdrop had bangs, Sparrow hadn't yet had a haircut, and Primrose was just a year and a half! And notably, it was just a few months before the pandemic shut things down and changed so much for so many. 

Lucille's is a place you'd go to for artisanal pizzas and craft cocktails. And for their holiday decorations which are wonderfully over the top. 

Photos from our evening there this year: celebratory in the best of ways!

(leaving the farmette: careful, the herd is back!)

(beautiful crisp winter night...)

(oh! Look who is out on the Square! next to a very large snow bank...)

(inside now, taking it all in!)

(another very long table... )

("I like everything on the menu!")

(are we ready for some more surveys?)

(Juniper has no option on pig over work, or heart over diamond...)

(time to explore some of the decorations with the younger set...)

(the youngest of the young with the older me...)

(a boy who likes movement...)

It was a magnificent evening, capping a very fine day. 

Holiday traditions are loved by all of us, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that perhaps they are loved by me especially much, and possibly more each year. You don't have the certainty that something wont drag you down or flip for you in the years to come and so you really appreciate the gift of having had a string of days where no one is sick or hurting or incapacitated for whatever reason. You see the smiles all around you and you know that they are genuine, and that we are so so fortunate to have had these days together. Surely this month, with its bumpy viruses and a few punches and knocks in the first half, turned out to give us a fabulous and worry free second half. How good is that!

Tomorrow I'm heading out. Not for long -- just a couple of days. More on that later. For now, let me bask in the glow that comes after a day with the gang of nine plus one. Total bliss.

with so much love...

Christmas one more time

I wake up knowing that I have a full day before me. If Christmas Eve dinner was cooked for 6, and Christmas Day dinner was for 7, today's Christmas-continued meal is for 11. And I can't say that I'm completely done with putting stuff away from last night's lovely chaos. 

Nonetheless, Ed and I wake up slowly. It is such a habit now -- to stay in bed a little longer, review what was yesterday, think about what's ahead -- that I cannot imagine rushing the morning. The beginning and ending to each day have to be gentle.

But, eventually I am reminded that the hens are hungry. That I need to check on the trap to make sure some random opossum or racoon hasn't come bothered anyone. That the cats are (as always) hungry. And that there are loads of laundry to do, and dishes to unload and toys to put away. Small prompts that inevitably get me going just minutes after our 7:27 sunrise. [Say what?? Didn't it rise at 7:25 on Solstice? Perhaps this calls for an instructional moment: initially, all our gains in daylight are at the tail end. The sunrise remains stubbornly late and indeed, even a bit later than on the day of Solstice. On December 31st, for example, our sunrise will be at 7:29. It wont be until after January 5th that our mornings will finally start to gain daylight time. In other words, for morning people, Winter Solstice is a bust! Don't get giddy about more morning light just yet! For evening people, go ahead and rejoice. We've added three minutes of afternoon light since Solstice! Sunset today, here in Madison Wisconsin? 4:28pm!]

(I wish so much I was a better bird identifier. I see so many out there, especially in the crab apple tree! I can name at most half a dozen.)

Breakfast, still slicing the chocolate panettone which has risen in Ed's estimation from "it's okay" to "this is good!" In other words it grows on you.

After a long string of household chores, Ed and I go out to ski. It's just warm enough for it (17F or -8C) and of course, there is fresh snow. Which, by the way, may melt by midweek. We're getting a two day rainy thaw before dipping down again. Fifty degrees up, thirty down. Back and forth. Fun stuff.

The skiing in our local park is magnificent. The sun comes out. The trails are groomed!

We ski a double loop, feeling both motivated and enchanted by all that's before us.

And now I have to hurry. Dinner should be prepped early. It's not prepped at all yet! I have an hour of whirlwind activity in the kitchen! Chop, season, set, gather, peel, wash, char, blend. Phew! 

And then the young Chicago family arrives.

Merry Christmas indeed!

And shortly after, the local guys are here too.

I don't take many pictures tonight. There are presents to open and immediately after -- I have a dinner to cook. Shrimp and beef soft shell tacos, with a green mole on the side and lots of additional stuff to fill your corn tortilla. I know, I'm on a roll: I cooked beef only twice this year -- first on Christmas Eve and now today. The fact is, all the kids really like meat and I don't just want to bring out the chicken dishes. 

Dessert? Just chocolates and cookies and not even ones I made! For one thing, I would not have put this much icing on mine. But it's a nod to the kids again. Decorated cookies always look so good to them!

The chocolates (so holiday-ish!) are for those of us who can't quite get excited by cookies that are twice the size of one's fist.

Ed, who has been itching to take a nap ever since we came back from our long ski run, nonetheless stays down during the noise and chaos of kids in action. Occasionally he gets served play foods by the two chef pals (Primrose and Sparrow), or gets tangled in a poke and tease by the oldest of the grandkids.

The two younger ones are still a little cautious around him, though Juniper gives him a friendly wave from far corners of the room! 

And all too quickly they have to get going. Bedtimes are bedtimes. If the kids dont get their sleep, we will all feel their pain the next day! Me, I have tidying before me.

But also, I take the time to give a one good stare at our tree. 

I'm probably going to take it down tomorrow. A little early, I know, but I'm going away for a few days toward the middle of the week and I keep to the habit of starting the New Year with a tidied living room, ready for whatever the next year brings for us.

It's been such a wonderful Christmas! All the kids cycled through their bugs before the holidays and we were able to come together and spend some solidly good days in each others company. An incredibly wonderful holiday season.

Tomorrow, we continue our family stuff. The weather is improving. We are together. All this makes me so happy!

With love...

Christmas Day

Unless you live in a multi-generational household, or are visiting with out-of-town family, a grandparent's Christmas Day starts gently. Waking up early to check on Santa's delivery systems? Nah. I'm no longer Santa nor do I expect anything to show up under the tree from someone riding a sleigh, or even an Amazon truck.  

Well, let me correct that last point: a jelly roll pan under the tree would have been nice. I ordered a new pan. Five days ago. It was to come two days ago. It did not come. With a bomb-cyclone tearing through half the country you have to be forgiving when things get delayed. Still, it's been sitting in a Madison warehouse for several days now. I don't know why. [Too, the holiday skirts I bought for the granddaughters? Delayed. The candles for my older daughter? I think they basically got lost in the ocean somewhere. No one knows where they are. And that jelly roll pan! Any day now! It's not a tragedy. I can still use the old one, although I'd like you to take a look at the state of that old one:

Yep -- it's fine for roasting beets for Sunday dinners, but has perhaps too much patina for a delicate jelly roll. And Christmas requires me to bake a Yule Log, which in turn requires the use of a jelly roll pan. It looks like the log this year may have a faint taste of every food that has been roasted in that pan over the years!]

But let me return to the gentle wakeup that is ours on this Christmas Day. 

It's beautiful outside! Still cold, but that is fitting for late December. Hello, world!

Breakfast. I want to believe that there exists a panettone out there that Ed will like. This year I'm trying a chocolate one from Pasticceria Cova in Milan. I read that it was Verdi's favorite. If it's good enough for the Maestro, it's good enough for us, don't you think? I did not import it, by the way. Any number of food stores on this side of the ocean sell Italian panettone. You just have to read a ton of online descriptions and decide which one sounds good and is affordable. I could, I suppose, try to bake one some day, but every good recipe out there has been "jealously guarded" for decades or even centuries, and so I will leave it to the pastry chefs to do their magic.

Well? Did he like it? More yes than no! I'm safe to keep it on the Christmas menu going forward.

And now I have to speed it up a bit. That Yule Log has to be baked early. I start in on it right after breakfast.

I think my younger daughter's candied cranberries looked great when she sugared them for her daughter's birthday cake. I would have done well to glance at a recipe. Only after I cooked the cranberries did I realize that this was totally unnecessary. Ah well, the berries look fine anyway and the cooked popped ones can be served along with the roasted chicken for dinner.

Onto the airy (flourless) chocolate cake. Once cooled, it's filled with orange zested whipped cream. I'll frost and decorate it once it sets.

And then I attack the chicken: I feel a little like I did on Thanksgivings past. The bird is only five pounds and so I estimated that a three day defrost is plenty. Instead, it barely sufficed. Tiny ice crystals around the edges remain. 

Roasting a chicken well is an art, and there are a million ways to do it. 

I spatchcock it, dry brine it with salt, and return it to the fridge for a rest.

How did it get to be so late??

Alright. Set table, and get back to that Yule Log. 

Make the chocolate ganache. Then frost.

Done! Now all I need to do is to assemble it and dust it with "snow." I'll let a grandchild take care of all that.

Now for the potatoes, the veggies, all those other foods that make Christmas dinner what it is...

And this is when the young family comes. Bearing gifts, they travel afar. Well, not too afar. Still, suddenly the Christmas tree looks... full: of gifts, of young ones...

So much work to get everything wrapped, so quick to get it all undone!

(the trick is to settle into your favorite activity without Sandpiper disrupting your play... Sparrow especially is feeling vulnerable as his cubes are a total temptation for his little brother, even as all the Sparrow wants to do is fire off numbers questions at us while playing with them. Did you know that 48 and 48 are 96? -- he'll say. And in the next breath -- Sandpiper! Leave those alone!)

(who, innocent me?)

(let's get that Yule Log finished! Gaga, it looks like a Y! Well now, trees can look like a Y....)

Chicken's ready and so are the potatoes, corn, beans and salads!)

Dinner!

(you have to be their age to think of this as the funniest game ever!)

I make lots of desserts, but I have to say, my Yule Log, done according to a Gourmet Magazine recipe from decades ago, is the one that everyone loves and wants seconds of. Everyone. 

The evening ends with dancing.

Ed and I sit back and watch, like the two old guys that we are. Ah, young people these days -- we mumble knowingly....

You could say that this ends Christmas for us, but it wouldn't be true. Tomorrow, my younger girl comes with her family from Chicago. Our family gathering will continue then.

I do hope that you had a fantastic weekend and that your celebrations, or at least moments of joy last well beyond this day!

With so much love...

Christmas Eve

First, a memory. Maybe in it there lies a story about the holidays. Maybe about youthful immaturity. In any case, it's a story that I left out of my book Like a Swallow. After all these years, I'm still not sure what to make of it.

I was twelve, living in New York because of my father's appointment to the Untied Nations. Just around Christmas time, a Polish Boys choir (Poznanskie Slowiki) came to sing in New York.  The whole choir was invited then to a party at the Polish UN Delegation and I guess they thought the boys would enjoy the company of ones their own age because my sister and I were invited to participate. It was, to the best of my recollection, a fun event. And I connected with one of the boys from the choir. Czarek was his name. I was quite the brazen kid back then (well, maybe not only back then...) and so I gave him my address and told him -- write to me! Mind you, I was just twelve.

He did write. Incredible letters. Soulful, full of insights and feeling. (He was maybe two years older than me, but still, imagine -- all this from a 14 year old boy.)

We corresponded intensely that year, and, too once I returned to Poland (a year later). Of course, once in Poland, I was but a train ride away. Eventually he asked to see me again. In Warsaw. He came up with a friend (he was shy and I'm sure needed the support of someone from his own world) and the three of us spend an afternoon together. It all ended then. I never saw him again. Never responded to any more of his letters.

Why? Because at the plum ripe age of 14, I was in love with a boy in my class (amply documented in LaS) and because Czarek wasn't a Warsaw boy. At that age, I could not see beyond my immediate environment. This is a frightening thought -- that you could be so narrow minded -- but it's true. My world was my school, my class, my group of high school friends. Czarek didn't fit well in that world.

Over the years, I've thought a lot about this episode in my life. It's so easy to trap yourself in your own closed off circle of friends and acquaintances. Maybe this is why I eventually felt that it would be wise to leave that world and to try something new. Maybe I spooked myself with my dismissal of Czarek. 

I listened to the Polish carols as sung by the Slowiki today. It's Christmas Eve after all. 

I also listened to the King's College Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols earlier this morning. Another boy's choir that shook me up, though at a later stage in life and not so much at a personal level. My ex had research to do in Cambridge and I went along for the ride. (Actually I was supposed to be working on my own dissertation, but I did none of that. I explored Cambridge instead.) 

In those days we all listened to music on vinyl. While in England I purchased several albums of various college choirs singing Christmas songs. Clare, King's, St. John's. These became my favorite holiday music to listen to for years to come. My daughters will attest to the fact that we listened to them a lot!

Much later, a friend, a musician who played stuff with quite a different vibe, asked me what my favorite songs were. I mentioned the choir music from Cambridge. I think she nearly fell off her chair. I mean, choral? From Cambridge? That's just weird.

But it wasn't weird. There was something enduring in the music. It stayed with me even in turbulent times.  A safe harbor of sorts. A spiritual escape.

For a person who didn't really have a lot of Christmas in her childhood, I surely have had a lot of very meaningful Christmas imagery that has stayed with me. And music. Traditional stuff. Very different than the jazzy numbers I like to listen to today. 

I'm thinking that I have a very complicated relationship to the holidays!

I used to say to my kids that the morning of Christmas Eve was the best. Most of the work is done. You have before you all the glory of family time, of shared foods, of kids' delights, of friends' messages. You're about to step into that magic space of good will and kind gestures. Of laughter. How perfectly sublime to be at the cusp of it all! 

So, yeah, I like this day, this morning a lot. 

It's cold of course. You know that already. But the winds are calming down a bit and the sun is out. We'll be lifting ourselves up from the Arctic blast soon. Hope is with us here, in south-central Wisconsin.

I have brief errands. Fun stuff. I need to pick up the Christmas Eve cake at Batch Bakery for tonight's dinner. The kids would like the chocolate peppermint candy cake, so I ordered one for them. (this one)

Too, I need to get a fresh loaf of bread for tonight's dinner. (So long as I'm there, I pick up some Venoiseries for breakfast...)

I'm happy to see a line form for the breads. The loaves are in high demand! Just as if we were in France, or Poland, wanting nothing but the warmest, best loaves. 

(I also stop by the Coop to get some beans and cranberries. I never make grocery lists -- I keep everything in my head. As a result, I forget stuff!)

The drive there and back is beautiful! Our lakes have frozen (what a surprise) and the darting wind gusts are blowing small drifts of snow around, even as the sun is visibly trying to poke through a light cloud cover. I stop the car just to look.

Breakfast. Happy holidays to you!!

Ed gets the message that friends are coming by with a homemade Kringle and pfeffernusse cookies. Delicious treats! Wonderful visit. The day just gets better and better!

I have some light food preparation to do today, both for this eve's dinner and tomorrow's. Presents are ready. The sun is brilliant. Oh! A chicken is stuck again. Hang on, girl, I'll give you a boost.

And in the late afternoon I go to my daughter's house. 

(a little old elf...)

This is the tradition for us. I take foods over there (and because they are not foods Ed would choose to eat, he stays home for this one) and fix a traditional meal that one would find in maybe Scotland at this time.

The kids are giddy, as so many would be on Christmas Eve. They've baked cookies for the big guy and his reindeer. 

How many of them hang onto the belief that Santa comes down a chimney at night? Probably only Sparrow. Snowdrop has serious doubts, Sandpiper is too young to follow such stuff. Still, it hardly matters. It's a story that we tell each other because it has all the elements of good fun. 

It's getting late. Santa surely is sliding around on the snowy landscape of our state. Easy job for him this year and just a tad warmer here than up on the North Pole. 

I take a few more pics, of the kids, of the whole family in pjs, of the last Eve moments.

And then I head home. 

All is bright. All is very calm.