Thursday, December 20, 2007
Well, I made a pan of fudge about a week ago. Just five of us eating it, and it's gone. Love the fudge. And what I really like is the grainy type with the tiny crystals you can feel in your mouth. The type you have to cook to the softball stage with a candy thermometer and all. My dad made it when I was young. Back then my dad did most of the cooking. He was a good cook, too, even when he was drunk, which was a lot of the time. Mom couldn't cook to save her life. She did bake though; bread, cookies, etc. And the baking she did was great. But you didn't want her to make dinner, cook you an egg, or god forbid, make you a pancake. I remember some great Fried Bread she used to make. I never got the recipe and I'm sure they were terrible artery cloggers, but they were so tasty.
Christmas is a great time to reminisce, isn't it? Very bittersweet, this time of year. I miss my parents, but when they were alive they could be so difficult to be around. So I guess when I remember the good times with them I'll focus on enjoying the moment and the nostalgia and not ruin it with too much reality.
Hope you're all enjoying your holiday moments; the memories and the making of the memories.