Dear Sunday Letter readers,
Surprise! Last Sunday I wasn’t sure if I would write a Sunday Letter this week. But here I am saying hello again. The truth is I enjoy this “virtual chat” we have each week. It’s fun to read your comments both on the post and to each other. That’s become my favorite part.
So thank you for joining me on Sunday morning or whenever you find time to read.
Last week I made the most delicious sugared pecans.
I followed this recipe from Dining with Debbie. Debbie always has great recipes, so I encourage you to check with her blog before you look elsewhere. I did make a slight modification by substituting the water for extra vanilla extract. And I substituted half the white sugar with brown sugar. I don’t think Debbie (or her Nonnie) would mind.
So addictive! And like Debbie says, this recipe would be great with almonds as well. (I’m gonna try that next.)
Either way, these sugared pecans make for a yummy holiday treat. Arrange them in a festive dish or a bag and you have a great little gift for someone. And no kidding, these taste EXACTLY like those that cost an arm and a leg at the state fair.
Around here we pronounce pecan as puh-cawn. But some people say pee-can.
What do you say?
Alrighty, this topic is a bit non-sequitur. But in the category of taking care of ourselves, I want to remind everyone about the importance of self-care. I had yet another colonoscopy this past week. My 7th, not that I’m keeping score. Since my dad died of colon cancer at the age of 57 (my age now!), I’m considered high risk. And even though I wasn’t yet due for another test, I got one because of a sudden problem and a strange pain.
The test was normal. Whew.
I still have the yet-to-be-identified odd pain (despite x-rays, a CT scan, and now, you know, ugh.)
Anyway, the moral to this randomness is don’t ignore the pain, don’t put off the appointment, don’t disregard your root vegetables in favor of sugared pecans. In other words, be your own advocate.
How perfect is this sign in the waiting room of North Hills Endoscopy Clinic where weak and weary patients wait like dehydrated prunes for their colonoscopy appointments…?
As I’ve already said, this will be a strange Christmas because for the first Christmas Eve ever, I won’t be seeing my kids. Of course I will miss them, but I’m not sad, not really. They are safe and sound and happy and busy. Some parents aren’t so fortunate. You know?
This is a good time to remember that not everyone considers the holidays to be holly and jolly. People are suffering and grieving and grasping for a fresh start in the coming year.
But in the spirit of yuletide nostalgia, I bring you one of my favorite Christmas photos from years ago. This is a picture of my children with my sister’s twins (my niece and nephew). Aren’t cousins the best?
While they won’t all be together this Christmas, holiday memories certainly create a special bond. And they will likely remember it this year like no other.
Plus, isn’t there something dreamy about black and white photos?
Festivus for the Rest of Us!
In the spirit of new traditions, this year we are keeping things light with a Festivus dinner! You know, the zany holiday made famous by Seinfeld in 1997. (Season 9, December 18, 1997 to be specific.)
If you aren’t familiar with the brilliance that is Festivus, I’ll give you a quick rundown. Festivus is the December 23rd holiday thunk-up by George Constanza’s father, Frank. It’s meant to be an inclusive, anti-materialism holiday. Rather than a glitzy tree with all the trimmings (Frank finds tinsel to be distracting), the Festivus symbol is a bare aluminum Festivus pole.
Funny stuff, y’all.
I really think this world would be a better place if Seinfeld came back on air. Not re-runs, but a brand new season.
Oh, and the Airing of Grievances is all part of Festivus. Festivus is the day you gather your family around and explain all the ways everyone has disappointed each other during the year.
What’s not to love about that? Haha.
Things Momma Says:
If you go to Target or Walmart today, I need an electric can opener. I’ve been trying to open a can of peas for two days.
(Sounds like the airing of grievances has already begun…)
Happy Festivus and Merry Christmas to my Sunday Letter friends. Santa Claus is coming to town!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.