Patience

 

 

 

This amaryllis bulb I planted over a month ago is ready to pop open, just in time for Christmas. Stay tuned.

 

We're on final countdown and I've been baking cookies this week, also sampling too many along the way (tis the season.) 

 

Since John retired, I've scaled back somewhat on cookies. He always took them to their shop holiday pot luck. I feel like I've made a cookie for every employee at Boeing Field!

 

Those were the days...

 

 

Speaking of cookies, today is Pizzelle Day, a beloved Italian American wafer, flavored with anise (sometimes vanilla or lemon) and made using a special iron. Thin, crisp and good, especially when they're fresh. 

 

 

Each year, John's mother mailed us a big box of goodies (she loved baking) and it would always include a large oatmeal container filled with pizzelles. Oh, the things we once took for granted. 

 

 

John’s parents made them on a modern electric pizzelle iron, which still takes patience. But somewhere in the basement, we have their heavy old hand-held stove top iron. 

 

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