11.11.11 = Flashback Friday 2008
I know it was only a few years back but… This weekend my cousins from St. Louis are coming in for our Potica baking weekend. Potica is a long tradition in our family. If you’re not familiar with it, as most of you won’t be, it’s a bread rolled with walnuts and a sugar and cinnamon mixture. Ummm! My grandmother and great grandmother baked it every year and sent a box to us for the holidays. Mom would cut the first loaf on Christmas morning and we had it before and sometimes again after, we unwrapped presents. It was just that special treat that you only got once a year. When my grandmother passed away in early 1992, Christmas mornings after that were just not the same. My oldest sister had a dream one night in 1994 or 95’ which was it? Anyway, she dreamt that the four of us sisters made it. And dreams really do come true, because that year we all got together and surprised my mother with a perfect loaf. We’ve been doing this every year since. We have great stories and the laughter is loud and continuous. One year my sister Kim left the hospital after an emergency trip for kidney stones, just so she wouldn’t miss Potica day. The doctor gave her a roadie of pain killers and said, “That must be some damn good bread.” In 2007 my cousins wanted to join in, as they too, missed having theirs on Christmas morning. In 2007 they came to Cincinnati and we’ve been alternating hosting the special day. It’s great to keep up traditions and maybe put a new spin on them as well. Anyway, it’s about time with family and that’s what I treasure most.
“When you look back at your life, the greatest happiness’s are family happiness’s.” Dr. Joyce Brothers