Good Morning!
Despite the cheery intentions of this morning's blog, there is an air of unease around the TriSec household today....my father-in-law went back in the hospital overnight. He fell about 2 weeks ago and was admitted briefly, but since then his Alzheimer's seems to have taken a downward turn. However, I heard him chattering in the background last night when I spoke to Mrs. TriSec, so who knows what the next diagnosis will be.
In any case...let's think about the holiday, shall we?
Last night, I spent the time after our pack meeting making a batch of pizzeles. It's a laborious process, making two cookies at a time on an electric iron that looks a little like a sandwich press. As I often do at this time of year, I gave a little thought to the things we always do every year.
For me, it's the baking. As a kid, we always had a mountain of cookies and other pastries...my grandmother was quite the avatar at this sort of thing. Naturally, my mother learned the skills, and then in turn, I did too. Looking over grandma's old recipe cards, they are distinctly old-school. Things like "add flour" and "a spoonful of baking powder for every egg" and "bake until brown" dominate the instructions.
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