In the middle of the covid-19 pandemic and without the consent of
Oregon’s governor, my husband and I celebrated Christmas with family. Both
boys, I should call them men (good grief, Rick turned fifty last September)
wanted to get away for a few days, and I guess our house looked like a good
place to land. Dick and I were delighted to have them. It had been ten years since our last Christmas with both of his sons. Sean and Rick brought their significant others, too—Sean’s
wife Evie and daughter Maya and Rick’s new lady friend Michelle, who turned out to be delightful.
Since every restaurant in Oregon was closed to anything
except takeout or outdoor seating (even though temperatures hovered around
freezing) I was in and out of our double ovens for a week: three batches of
cookies, two pies, a large pan of corn bread, biscuits, blueberry muffins, pigs
‘n blankets, roasted tomatoes, stuffed peppers, and a 14-pound turkey. I
haven’t cooked and baked this much in a week since…… well, forever!
Thankfully, nothing was a culinary disaster, and I only burned myself once.
Our guest bathroom was busy, too, as was the refrigerator,
dishwasher, and door to the liquor cabinet. Every sheet in our house was in use
as well as most of the towels. We had to empty the kitchen garbage every day, while stuffing our hefty recycle bin with flattened boxes, food containers,
and torn Christmas wrappings.
Late nights, early mornings (even after too much alcohol the
night before), hugs every time we felt like it, belly laughs, tons of
reminiscing—it was a fabulous week.
So……as we begin 2021 with a covid-19 vaccine and visions of
mask-less faces dancing in our heads, I leave you with this somewhat
appropriate question, given my rather frantic Christmas…….
If a redhead goes crazy, does Ginger snap?
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