Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Preferring tidy boundaries, I hesitate to mix things up. Faced with the multifarious offerings of Baskin Robbins, I choose two scoops, one flavor: maple nut. My husband lives more deliciously.

One favorite, Spumoni, is a 3-layer creation infused with pistachio pieces, chocolate chunks and bits of cherries. We first discover Spumoni at an Italian restaurant, after he is promoted from
the on-site construction team into the corporate office. His new job includes weekly travel, airports and suits-n-ties. Our Tuesday-morning routine is dropping Dad at the airport; our Thursday night his homecoming.

The taste of Spumoni takes me back to 1988, a rented 2-bedroom apartment, sharing one car, decorating sugar cookies Wednesday night, serving potato soup with grated and sliced cheese, and a crusty bread, for our dinner on Christmas Eve.

Our meal blends robust cheeses nestled inside gifted boxes with simple ingredients: whole milk, potatoes, parsley, butter, salt, bread. A poinsettia on our table, one just like it gifted to other couples existing the company holiday party, an upscale hotel.
A paper plate angel on our tree.
Sugar cookies as dessert.

Tearing off the outer wrappings, the crisp suits-n-ties corporate culture of this shiny American holiday, reveals a quiet simplicity
... a young family working and making ends meet at Christmas.

Sharing potato soup with grated and sliced cheese, and a crusty bread for dinner on Christmas Eve. We continue our tradition.

After all these years, I am learning how to live more deliciously.

"What I'm interested in seeing you do is:
sharing your food with the hungry,
inviting the homeless poor into your homes,
putting clothes on the shivering ill-clad,
being available to your own families."

"Then the light of my blessing
will shine on you like the rising sun."


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