01.10.10 = Ummmm, hot chocolate! We interrupt this fruit series for a nice hot cup of hot chocolate! I love hot chocolate, it keeps you warm for hours. This photo was a special request from a friend of mine. This one is for you George! Sorry for the late post, busy weekend.
01.01.10 = HAPPY NEW YEAR! Good bye to 2009 hello 2010! It’s a new year and a fresh beginning. 2009 was a rough year for so many of us and I think everyone is happy to see it go. I hope that 2010 is a more prosperous year for us all. So raise your glass and ring in the new year! “For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is make a new beginning.” T.S. Eliot
12.29.09 = Traditions. This is the time of year for traditions and this is one in my family; Potica. (Pronounced po-TEET-za) I don’t know if any of you have ever heard of it. I think I have only meet one other person who has ever had it. It’s a type of nut bread that you roll. The goodies inside are ground walnuts with cinnamon and sugar. It’s fantastic. My grandmother used to send us a care package at Christmas filled with all sorts of cookies, candies and 1 loaf of Potica. It’s tradition to eat a slice Christmas morning. About a year or two after my grandmother passed away, my oldest sister Kelly had a dream. She dreamed that the four of us sisters made the bread for my mother. So, we secretly snagged the recipe from my mother’s house and made the bread. We had never made it before and it’s a very involved recipe. Well, it’s been 15 years ago since our first flour filled day and we have made it every year since. One year there was a snow storm, another year my sister Kim left the hospital with kidney stones to come bake. The doctor said are sure your want to go, that must be some kind of bread! Even after Kelly moved to Texas, she made it home several times to bake. A few years ago, our cousins joined in and it’s become quite a wonderful production. A day filled with family, laughter, a little flour and the smell of Potica lingering in the air. I hope you all have wonderful traditions of your own that create those wonderful holiday memories.
