Christmas dinner at the end looks like more work for someone. It’s not a mystery. Besides I like the whole process of getting things cleaned up for the next mess. Maybe it’s about getting older, but it’s fun setting things up.
HOME COOKING THE OLD FASHIONED WAY: BRINED TURKEY
Home cooking sounds like a memory. Who doesn’t have dreams of past food? Ma’s mashed potatoes; Grandma’s gravy. Maybe it’s time to move those memories up a notch with a brined turkey?
NOT THANKFUL? TRY HARDER
Not thankful is not a season and not a holiday. With no one to be thankful for, be thankful for yourself. How does that work? Please continue:
NEW STORY PROBLEMS? CHANGE THE SETTING
New story problems are like cooking a chicken. You know how you’d like it to turn out, but that’s not how it always works. When it’s your Christmas story, and it’s December 24th, you’ve got work to do. Start with your story.
CHRISTMAS CONTRAST: LONGEST NIGHT OF THE YEAR
A Christmas contrast happens every year. Whenever some adult says, “I remember when I was a kid. Christmas was different,” is just the start. Different? Compared to what? Was Christmas nicer?
SHORTEST DAY, LONGEST NIGHT . . . AGAIN
Today is the shortest day of the year? If that’s true, then the shortest day follows the longest night, or tonight is the longest night. There’s got to be some kind of astrological meaning, but I don’t know. What I do know is the night before Christmas used to last what felt like a week. […]
DO PORTLAND CHRISTMAS LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD
A Portland Christmas goes one of two ways: “I will never set foot in that hell-hole.” Or? Peacock Lane? Let’s go.”
HOLIDAY BUNDLE WRAPPED UP TOGETHER
What’s the usual holiday bundle? Lights, tree, presents. Add some snow and you’re all done. But then a day like yesterday adds something extra, something unexpected. There I was, sitting in a car dealership while my ride was in the garage. You know the drill?
CHRISTMAS RULES FOR EACH OTHER
Christmas rules, even when it crowds my December birthday. I could complain, but it would be a stretch. This year I shared Christmas, and my birthday, with my dog’s first birthday. And others. It was a good kind of crowd.