I have enjoyed the holiday season so much, starting with Thanksgiving going through Christmas, that winter was tolerable.
One of the best parts was cooking holiday dinners...turkey, stuffing, and all the rest...with my daughter.
I don't know how it started but it started when she was just a little girl. Anyone is old enough to break the bread apart for the dressing!
All of this solved a problem. In the early 80's I got sober. Having spent my previous holidays pleasantly inebriated, well many times not so pleasantly drunk, I didn't know how to enjoy leisure time sober.
So I fled to the kitchen and hid out most of the day. Hey, it gave me something to do, and in a strange way, I felt part of the merriment...from the safety of the kitchen.
My daughter joined me in the kitchen as my helper.
When you are out of sorts, awkward and uncomfortable in your own skin, a little kindness goes a long way.
I don't know how she knew I needed this but she did. And for that I will always be grateful.
Every year when I cook, she comes to mind...even though we are 2000 miles apart.
I am cooking 2 days early this year. So much to do with our band playing tonight, parties tomorrow and a wonderful pot luck Christmas dinner on Sunday.
The most traditional Christmas music is playing, glorious holiday cooking smells permeate the house...
With fond memories of Christmas past.
I called my daughter a few minutes ago and shared my cooking via Skype.
It is the same...in the heart.
Peace on Earth.
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