My fondest memories of Christmas were of my parents.
My Mother...she would shop for hours checking her list
making sure all the items she wanted were found, if not
we went store to store shopping.
I was small then maybe (10) and really didn't understand what
the deal was for 1 orange and a bag of (cranberries).
That item turned out to be my favorite! She made this dish
for years, every Christmas, and only she knew how to make
it taste the best year after year, as if it were your first taste!
Since her passing I have all her recipes tucked away in a folder.
I hope to someday have them in individual sleves for safe keeping
to pass down to my son, and his family.
My Dad... his tradition was to stay clear from the kitchen!
He knew if he were to get even close to the oven....OUCH!
There were many discussions...hehe at the sink about it.
See... Mom ruled the kitchen, and Dad just had to let her be.
Guess you can figure out who did the dishes in my house?
After wards a game of cards...My Dad was a card player.
He would sit there smiling...you would never know what card
he needed, yet every hand was a challenge.
Some of my fondest memories.
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