Can you believe it? Christmas is just around the corner. This year, this month, let alone this past week has come and gone to quickly. I'm almost glad that it's just about over with. Too much tragedy. Too much sadness. Too many tears. Too much heart ache and too much of just plain too many bad things. I still wonder why good things happen to bad people........I need to smile, to smell good things baking, to see and be with my family today........and that's exactly what is on my dance card...........
Today starts my marathon of baking for this family....a traditional I have done for the past 100 years. Sometimes it feels like I've been doing it for that long. Time is whizzing by me way too fast for my comfort level. I always take the week before Christmas to do my major baking. By this time, I'm through Christmas shopping, wrapping gifts, and ready to tackle the kitchen like a tornado whipping up cookie concoctions, finding lost recipes that were misplaced from the year before, and making myself sick from eating all the cookie dough. There's nothing quite like a sugar high off of Christmas cut out cookie dough followed by licking the beaters from making buttercream frosting. Not to mention the sprinkles and other finishing touches that are pure sugar and delight that go on top of the cookies. Health conscious I am not. But it's once a year that I do this all out, major sugar high week. I do this for my family, for my friends and neighbors. I bake enough stuff to feed an army.
I have stopped several times today and wondered what next year at this time will bring. I know I will be baking cookies, but will 1 F Jef still be so fascinating to everyone? I've wondered if someone was to make a cookie recipe of 1 F Jef, what would it consist of......what ingredients would be put into it. How do you make two eyes that will melt your heart when you look at them. A voice that mesmerizes you with softness, and sweetness that flows like honey from a honey pot. A heart so huge it takes two hands to hold it. Arms that beg to be wrapped around your soul... hands that hold yours forever while reaching out and holding others in need. Legs to run to you when you're hurt, run to you because he's happy to see you. I'm pretty sure the mold was broken when he was made.... pretty sure that he cannot be duplicated. He's one of a kind.....How can you perfect perfection ? That's easy.........you can't...........so I will take 1 F Jef as I can. As I'm sure everyone else will also.........one sweet, delicious, morsel at a time.........so if pictures can speak volumes..............I'll continue to keep my eyes wide open....and by all means, turn the volume up please.....................oh, and pass the milk.
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