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Friday, December 24, 2010
Shopping is done; packages finally wrapped; and my thoughts tonight turned to some last minute baking. My most favorite Christmas memories of years gone by, involve Pizzelles. A thin, flat, anise favored Italian cookie. My family heritage includes no Italian, other than that of which I married into, but instead, Swedish, English, Irish, and that good ol' Heinz 57 mix!
My mother and grandmother taught me how to make these when I was growing up (my grandmother had learned from some Italian women in the neighborhood) - the old fashioned way, which involved long handled, cast iron, single cookie molds that had to be used on my grandmother's gas stove. Many, many hours were involved in the making of these, with grandpa coming in occasionally, from the big garage he owned, to make sure we were doing it right. The old way involved dropping spoonfuls of yellow batter onto the center of an iron (Mom and Grandma would "double team" it, with an iron apiece); holding one side of the iron over the flame until just the right moment (they had it down to a science); and then flipping the iron over so that both sides baked equally.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
A picture perfect moment occurred as I was snapping ornaments - he doesn't sit still for long, our Voltron! (the exclamation mark is part of his name). Eight lbs. of unbridled energy - he loves the tree.Beautiful little hand painted Christmas bulb snowman, from another friend, and another baseball ornament from my son's AAU tournament in Burnsville, MN in 1999; and the newest addition that just showed up this week - a gingerbread bear in honor of our Golden getting ahold of the gingerbread accesories for the house we built last weekend...yes, my parents are a hoot, too! If I left anyone out, who has donated to the cause over all these years, I promise I will get you on the next go 'round. It is beginning to look a lot like Christmas...Happy Saturday, everyone!