Sunday Roast: No…just no.

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I’m with the guy on the right.

I have Christmas soaps on my kitchen table right now, but no one will see a single one of them before Thanksgiving.  I don’t even get all that excited about the holidays anymore, so it really shouldn’t matter, but I’m stubborn like that.

This is our daily open thread — What’s your holiday pet peeve?

Sunday Roast: The rich vs everyone else

Merry Christmakwanzakah everyone!

This speech from It’s a Wonderful Life, even though it’s 55 years old, could be given in Congress or a big bank today, and it would still be relevant.

It makes me feel good that the people in this country are finally paying attention.  We’re on the streets with the Occupy movement, and we’re moving our money out of the big banks.  We are a force to be reckoned with.

I hope you all have a lovely day with friends and family.  I’m in Portland this weekend, but I’ll check in for cup of eggnog and rum (hold the eggnog).  🙂

This is our daily open thread — please keep the candy cane off the carpet.

The Watering Hole: December 9 — What’s for dinner?

Hey, Critters and Zoosters!  The table is set — What’s for dinner!?

I know you have your holiday favs running around your heads, and you’re haunting the stores for the best ingredients, so if you feel like sharing your holiday traditions, stories, and/or recipes — this is the place to do it!

This is our daily open thread and it’s Friday Foodie day — what could be better?

With Solemn Pride

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918, armistice began. World War I, The “Great War,” the war between the Entente Powers (the Allies) and the Central Powers (led by Germany) had finally come to an end. The next year, President Woodrow Wilson declared November 11, 1919, to be Armistice Day. His proclamation began, “To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country’s service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations….”
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Holiday Memories…

I remember the Christmas holidays when the men were home. A week before Christmas we’d get a tree wrestle it into the metal stand, usually crooked. We didn’t care because not every tree in the forest is straight anyway. We’d haul out the boxes full of decorations collected over the years. Charley would carefully set out his collection of nutcrackers — one for every Christmas since he was small. Zach would set out his eclectic collection of Santa figures, as I strung the lights on the tree. I would carefully unwrap each ornament, which I had collected since before the men were born, and attach a hook.

As Charley and Zach placed each ornament on the tree, usually on a much favored branch, I would tell the story of where I found it and why it was special, and they would tell why it was their favorite as well. I mightily resisted re-arranging their work. The tree was more beautiful every year.

Charley would make his world famous chocolate chip cookies, and Zach would help eat them. I made Russian Teacakes, which were long ago re-named Snowball cookies, to set out for Santa. Charley never let us forget the carrots for the reindeer, a tradition he started when he was three years old.

On Christmas Eve, no matter what the weather was doing, we bundled into the car and drove all over town in search of Christmas light displays. Even the most lonely string of lights got an “ohhhh” or an “ahhhhh.” Afterwards, we’d settle in to watch Ralphie longing for a Red Ryder BB gun — again.

The men are on their own now, continuing some of our old traditions, and creating some of their own. I’ll always cherish the memories of our holiday traditions. Please share your holiday memories and traditions — and food favorites, of course.