My son Ethan and I once tried to cook our way through Jamie Oliver’s
Italy—he was going off to school and had some delusional fantasy that
there would be a kitchen in his dorm (not!) and that he would be able
to cook for his friends and his girlfriends and somehow simulate some
of the cuisine he was accustomed to... It was great. Everything we
made was perfect. I don’t even like swordfish and Jamie Oliver’s
swordfish is one of the best things I’ve ever had. He thinks “fruit is
lovely”, he uses words like “drizzle” and you sort of feel like he’s in
the kitchen with you.
So, I was really excited when Jamie Oliver’s new book “Jamie at Home” arrived in the mail. And it’s xmas and it’s chaotic and I haven’t had time to even begin to cook my way through it. But I’m really pleased that they’re allowing us to excerpt some of Jamie Oliver’s new recipes.
We’re going to try his recipe for Orchard Eve Pudding at our Xmas dinner.
Christmas
Christmas
Make Your Holiday Gifts Homemade
From the L.A. Times
Considering everybody on your holiday gift list – friends, family,
co-workers, neighbors, your kids' teachers – you might be needing a
stimulus package before you even get to the big-ticket items this year.
So why not take a page from your grandmother's playbook and make the
smaller gifts yourself?
Not only are homemade gifts less expensive, they also capture the
spirit of holiday giving in a way that purchased gifts simply can't.
And if you consider the ubiquitous traffic and holiday crowds, a
leisurely morning spent baking breadsticks or whipping up a batch of
homemade marshmallows seems positively Zen-like by comparison.
“Old Country” Hungarian for Christmas
My Hungarian grandma came to the United States when she was just a teenager. Her husband came before her to find a place for them to settle. She left her family behind to travel to a land of opportunity where she and her young husband believed they could create a better life for their family. Young Rose arrived with their first-born, a son, who was still a baby. I’ve often wondered what it was like for my grandma to be in a strange country, a place where she could barely communicate with the people around her and where she had no family or friends, just her Hungarian husband.
Over the years, Rose’s family grew as she and her husband ran their own boarding house and restaurant in Chicago. One day, when their four sons and one daughter were still very young, Rose’s husband decided to leave. He wanted to go back to “the old country.” Eventually, the strong and very hard-working single mother married again. She and her second husband, Paul, had one more son and one more daughter. They moved to a farm in Indiana to raise their seven children. Their daughter, Rosemary, the baby of the family, became my mom.
The five sons and two daughters grew into adults and moved away from their Indiana home, but I do not remember even one Christmas when they were not all together at the farm to celebrate together, coming back each year with spouses and children of their own.
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