Peeps…I’m dragging my feet today.
No…It’s not due to fatigue, although I am tired from a small get-together I threw on Friday evening. It’s been many moons since I’ve properly entertained, and it was a spur of the moment decision, so I was anxious about the whole thing. I was relieved to have my sis’s help hours before folks started ringing the doorbell. While the planning, cooking and cleaning was a wee bit stressful since I was out of practice, in the end–I’m happy to report– it was all a delightful success. We noshed on an assortment of Italian munchies I had put together such as an Italian version of deviled eggs–uova in funghetto— which are boiled eggs bathed in a spicy tomato sauce. Polenta bites and dips of delicious sun-dried tomato and chickpea and spinach and artichoke were a hit. It was the muffaletta sliders that would steal my husband’s heart. Stuffed with my favorite Italian “deli” meat, mortadella, as well as provolone, soppressata, cappacolla, and a heavenly olive tapanade, he would have eaten a dozen of them before guests arrived if allowed. My heart went for a new recipe I tried of stuffed mushrooms–so delicious was this recipe that my soul was singing with joy as the smell of garlic, cheese and white wine permeated every room in the house.
…and don’t get me started on dessert. Between my ricotta cheesecake squares, pecan pie from Mom’s pie shop in nearby Occocuan, and homemade pizzelles at the hands of my nephew Alexandre-the-Greatest, you can, kind reader, understand why I am not hopping on the weight scale anytime soon!
To be clear, I’m dragging my feet for an entirely different reason than post-party “hangover.”
I’m simply not ready to pack Christmas away for another eleven months.
I believe I am not alone in thinking that this holiday season flashed by in blink of an eye. For me anyway, It is still a blur of lights, wrapping paper, bows and pomegranate martinis. Furthermore, it confounds me every year that it takes days to decorate for the holidays but minutes to take everything down! For example, it took me the better part of an hour to get Christmas greenery with lights and pretty silver bows to look just so on the entryway stairs. It took two minutes to take it all down. Two minutes!
Now It is the last night of the twelve days of Christmas, the eve of Epiphany when the Magi visited the newborn baby Jesus, carrying with them gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. There is an intentional slowness about me today knowing that tomorrow morning I’ll be taking the Christmas tree down and once again, packing away with a certain tenderness, mixed with nostalgia, all the ornaments and Christmas decor. I struggle too with memories of Epiphanies long ago when my children were young. How excited they were about the coming of La Befana, the Italian good witch…an old woman flying around the world on her broom bringing sweet treats and small gifts to children everywhere. In our home, on the eve of Epiphany, I’d leave a basket by a window and watch with delight as the kids found La Befana’s gifts of candy and a small toy the next morning.
Sigh. My eyes well up with tears as I type. So many memories. It’s all good though…even the less than stellar holidays. I’m lucky to have them all…so much better than the alternative!
So kind readers, Happy New Year! Cheers to 2020. May the year be filled with love, joy, kindness and even 2020 insight. But, more importantly, may there be an abundance of blissful moments for you and yours.