You may not have guessed this about me, but I am actually a pretty good cook or at least I used to be. I’m out of practice.
So for this year’s New Years Resolution I have dusted off my favorite recipe books– which are out of print but still available out there in interwebs land and I’ve bought some new kitchenware ( thank you family for the Gift Cards, that’s what I am using them for )
Lucky me, my family and I actually do family dinners on the weekends and me and my brother and sister switch off from week to week so this is my chance dust off my skills.
To put a fine point on it, my family like my cooking in the past- so I have a reputation to make good on. You could say that the pressure could is on but I like cooking so I’m actually good with that.
I’m confident that I can succeed with this resolution, but considering I normally just resolve to have fun in the upcoming year and write everyday and those are easy peasy it could be a little tougher to see this one through.
Let’s see how it goes, shall we?
I watched Dark Shadows for most of the day.
I haven’t watched these episodes since I was about 8 years old.
You know, they are pretty still pretty great.
What can I say, as a child I did have a nose for the good stuff.
No introduction required:
What I love about Christmas-
What I don’t like about it-
Everyone asks if I’m ready for
and the truth is:
I never am.
My heart is somewhere else.
” Do you know that people used to tell ghost stories at Christmas?” Patience told her sister Experience as they made their way home from the bus stop at the end of their road.
The road was filled with black ice and hard compacted snow and the sidewalks were almost non-existent so the girls carefully picked their way across the blue and white winter wasteland and their normally quick walk was taking much longer tonight.
That is why Patience was more chatty then usual and Experience was less so. She was focused on getting home.
Experience shrugged. ” My favorite color is pink. People would never believe that about me.”
” What has that got to do with people enjoying a good ghost story after eating a huge Christmas meal and relaxing by firelight and candles?”
” Nothing. I just thought that while you’re throwing out random pointless facts, I’d join in the fun.”
The oddly named sisters- whose parents had been devoutly religious in life- gave their daughters their names because they thought it would be funny which was about the extent of the fun they ever indulged in.
” Well. It sounds fun and cozy to me. Plus I love ghost stories.” Patience told her sister.
” Seriously Patience. Ghost stories?”
” I mean. Ghost stories. That’s just- stupid.”
” You have no soul Experience. ”
The sisters turned back and looked down the street at the undisturbed drifts of snow that they had crossed.
” Yes I do.” Experience said.
The shadowy wisps of two girls who had died at the house at the end of the road of tuberculosis and found themselves walking home in the dark and the snow just before Christmas every year considered their situation and pressed on.
Because every year Patience and Experience hoped they would make it home for Christmas- and they always thought that one day, they might.
Just as a sidenote- in researching my family history I found out I did have Aunts named Patience and Experience and their Father was named Lancelot. Seriously. You can’t make stuff like that up.
It’s Christmas…so this is me having fun today.
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