Last night we watched the Georgia game - Go Dawgs! - and had buffalo dip, a mexican layered dip, and tortilla roll ups. To me - the food just wasn't that good. Nothing wrong with the ingredients or preparation. Mike and Ryan and Lizzy loved it, but I'm about rich fooded out.
Beginning with Thanksgiving the food party starts it's march. Parties, baking days, football games, restaurant stops while traveling, and movie nights. There are fun drink recipes popping up on my computer, desserts gracing the cover of every magazine, breakfast casseroles that make mornings with all the crowd easier, and then all that sharing of peanut brittle and peanut butter balls every time the doorbell rings.
Just writing all this makes me a little queasy.
And so the world keeps turning, and I know what's coming next. My growing lack of interest in all the rich food of December is the first indicator. The next sign will be grumpiness with the disruption to my TV and radio schedule. When my shows all take that break for the holidays, at first I don't even notice it because I'm too busy. But then when there's not been a new Office in a while and my favorite commentators are still on vacation - I get a little testy. A sign that things need to really move along is when the little twinkly white lights stop being magical are just down right garish. Yep - time for January.
Time for a cleaned off mantle and an ungilded dining room. Time for basic soups and salads. Time for routine. Time for quiet and stillness and contemplation and reading.
As it's written in Ecclesiastes 3:1 - There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
(Here's the rest of that passage in case you haven't read, or heard, it in a while.)
2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
Yep, according to Kay's clock, it's just about time for a change.
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What amazes me is the way the decorations that looked so beautiful BEFORE Christmas suddenly turn dusty, old, even tacky as soon as Christmas is over. Time to pack it up and put it away. It'll look beautiful again next December!
Now that I think about it, plain soups and fresh salads don't sound so bad, either.
You are so right, Marti. And on Christmas Eve that just seems impossible.
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