Wishing you a peaceful Christmas time.
Category Archives: Holidays
Yule Logs
I came across this Christmas cookie recipe that I posted six years ago and thought this might be a good time to reblog it for anyone interested in an easy but really delicious Christmas cookie. Just click on the link that says “Continue reading” below.
Pardon Me?
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and family in the U.S.
And here we have some Montana turkeys,
looking for presidential pardons….
turkey dinner looms
can we get a pardon soon?
then we will give thanks
A Rabbit at Easter
I wonder where I put those eggs?
I hid them much too well,
If only I had longer legs,
But then, what if I fell?
I thought I hid them over here,
Beneath that prickly vine,
But then I changed my mind for fear,
Of hurting friends of mine.
Oh there they are, already found,
And laid into a dish,
All types of eggs there do abound,
As fine as you could wish.
Some homemade eggs, some done by pros,
An alabaster prize,
And not to be outdone by those,
The quail egg’s tiny size.
I might just have to start again
And get some fresh farm eggs,
And even though I wish in vain,
I’d love to have long legs.
I simply can’t improve on these,
The hens’ eggs are so sweet,
Not done with paint, or laid with ease,
This lovely Easter treat.
Your Reward
Thank you, friends, for checking in for the last 26 days while we did the alphabet countdown.
It’s time for your reward. Please help yourself to as many gingersnaps as you want.
If you feel like making your own, I will share the recipe at the end of the post.
Gingersnaps
Put in pot and let come to boil:
1 c. butter
1 c. molasses
½ c. brown sugar
Remove from heat. Put in bowl.
Add:
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. ground ginger
3 – 3 ½ c. flour
*
Cool in fridge.
Roll and slice or cut with cookie cutter.
Bake at 350* for 8 minutes.
Good frozen.
*Candied ginger pieces can be added to dough. Also grated fresh ginger may be added.
Z is for Zoom
In the days after Christmas many people take advantage of the required couch time to recover from the buildup to Christmas and the stress and fuss of making it special.
After a bit of time for recovery, things will pick up again and, with fresh energy, we will ZOOM everywhere.
Christmas stress is over now,
Dinner hosts can take a bow,
Kids are happy, adults tired,
Many now in debt are mired.
Some take presents to the store,
They don’t please them anymore,
Clothes too tight, and colours wrong,
Gift return lines are so long.
No more hype or Christmas cheer,
Focus shifting to next year,
It was fun on Christmas Day,
Now a new year paves the way.
All new goals, ideas, and plans,
New Year’s Eve has many fans.
January, starting new,
With so many things to do.
One year passes, next one looms,
Energy around us zooms.
Projects planned, and things to do
Happy New Year, all of you.
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Z is for zoom.
May we all zoom into a good year ahead, with happiness for all.
Y is for Yule
Yule is a celebration of the winter solstice as well as the Christian holiday we usually call Christmas.
Often you may hear about yule logs being placed on the fire in the fireplace. Basically that’s just a big piece of firewood, usually oak, burned around Christmas time. In days of old, people saved a piece of the previous year’s yule log to start the new fire.
My favourite yule logs are the kind I can eat. They have dates and coconut in them.
If you’d like to get the recipe for them, please check my post from a few years ago.
Y is for yule.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Good to Eat?
Imagine being known for your good flavour on the dinner table. The godwit was known, several hundred years ago, to be a “god whit,” a good creature (for the dinner table, it is presumed).
It was netted and sold at market, fetching even more than a snipe might have sold for in those long ago days.
These marbled godwits were dabbling around at the beach, poking their long bills into the sand in search of any small invertebrates they might feast on.
Their long legs help to keep their bodies from getting wet unnecessarily, but these birds do swim. For foraging though, they have more luck near the shore in waters shallow enough to walk around in without getting their bellies wet. Their long bills can easily probe the sand or mud there without having to dive for what may or may not be there.
They are no longer considered a target as a gamebird. Luckily for them, it is too much work to hunt and prepare these birds for the small amount of meat they offer for the table.
And like the turkeys that the president pardons each year, these godwits are thankful for their own version of the “Passover” at Thanksgiving.
Thankful on Thanksgiving Day
Since those unfortunate fat white turkeys have been raised in a domestic poultry setting, these wild turkeys have a lot to be thankful for every Thanksgiving Day. American Thanksgiving Day is on Nov. 28 this year. It’s still a few days away. Time for us to think about how blessed we are.
“Darlin’,” Mr. Turkey said,
“Sleep in trees or we are dead.”
“I see no coyote near,
Therefore, we have naught to fear.”
“But your night sight isn’t great,
Mildred learned that; she got ate.”
“You mean ‘eaten,’ don’t you love?
Fine, we’ll watch from up above.”
“Thank you, Lord, for common sense,
Otherwise, things could be tense.”
“We can roost up in a tree,
Count our blessings, you and me.”
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. And yes, let’s count our blessings. There are way more than you think.
Daffy Dolls
I don’t know if the full moon on March 25th had anything to do with spring arriving.
I don’t know if the rain had anything to do with it either.
But perhaps they helped the daffodils bloom as they told me spring was here and it was time to send Easter greetings.
The picture of the clouds reminded me of my mother pointing out to me, when I was a child, that when you see the clouds sweeping down to Earth the way they are in the middle photo, that meant that it was raining over there where the cloud was. I was amazed at how she could know that, especially when, at that time, I still thought that when it rained, it rained everywhere.
The daffodils also reminded me of my mother because, when she was still struggling to learn English when we came to Canada when I was six years old, she could never get the word “daffodils” right. She always called them “daffy dolls,” and in my mind, I still call them that and think of her.
Happy Easter to all my blogging friends, and happy spring!
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