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PROMPT #208 – THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS: PART FOUR

A TASTE OF CHRISTMAS

christmas-cookies

Among the great memories associated with Christmas, we cannot neglect the wonderful tastes of Christmas. Be it a favorite Christmas cookie, or a superbly cooked roast or casserole, it can trigger a specific thought of Christmas. Maybe it was the gathering of family around grandmother’s table, or a “feast” served  to less fortunate folk in a church hall or cafeteria, it could evoke a sense of Christmas spirit. What is that taste? What was that meal? What was that feeling that came along with your goodwill toward your fellow man? They all reside in that taste of Christmas. Write it!

WALT’S SAVOR:

I’M KOOKY FOR COOKIES

I have a confession
about my obsession,
I’m a connoisseur you see.
For throughout my travels
I just have to marvel
at the cookies left out for me.

Anzac Biscuits, Speculaas,
Spitzbuben, Palmeras;
with a glass of skim milk are heavenly!
Danske Smakager, Pfeffernüsse,
keep me round and quite obüsse,
filling my parka, perfectly.

Torta Fregolotti and Biscotti,
Kolaczki and Krusczyki;
I eat them all because they’re free.
Nanaimo Bars, Kipferl,
Piparkakut all taste swell
and smell delicious, Golly Gee!But,

I love two cookies both the same,
for me, these two just sing my name.
say them aloud and you’d agree,
Kringlas and Fatt(ig)mann are named after me.
I can’t wait to take my Cookie Pause,
(I can because I am Santa Claus).

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

SARA’S FEAST

An Italian Christmas Eve

 
In years past, we celebrated
Christmas Eve with our friends
and their family. Big night.
Traditional fish dishes–clams,
shrimp, calamari–and Kathy’s
pasta with braciole, and lemon
chicken. Her sister Roz brought
scrumptious stuffed artichokes.
Grandma Rae cured her own
olives, and I baked pies. One
year, my husband made
minestrone soup. Rave reviews
even from Grandma Rae. Salad
was served last, followed by fruit,
followed by espresso, pie,
and an assortment of pastries
and cookies. If you haven’t tasted
piñoli cookies, you haven’t lived.
Nick played guitar, and the house
was filled with aunts, uncles,
and cousins. What I remember
best is the warmth and laughter.

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20 thoughts on “PROMPT #208 – THE JOY OF CHRISTMAS: PART FOUR

  1. William Presston on said:

    LIKE A BAD PENNY

    Fruitcakes
    at Christmastime
    were inevitable;
    when we got one, Dad used to say,
    “Oh, nuts!”

  2. William Presston on said:

    Walt, I wonder who is Santa’s dentist.

  3. HOLIDAY MEAL

    Douglas adorned with lights
    and bright ornaments
    reflects funhouse faces
    of us kids waiting for Santa
    to arrive weighed down
    by his sack filled with toys.

    While we are fast asleep,
    Ma bakes lasagna,
    a treat for sore taste buds.
    In dreams we inhale the scent,
    eager to dig in,
    maybe have seconds or thirds.

    At school they wonder why
    not ham or turkey,
    the American way
    their moms prepare holidays.
    “We’re Italian,” says Tony.
    We celebrate Natale!

    #

  4. HOLIDAY MEAL

    Douglas adorned with lights
    and bright ornaments
    reflects funhouse faces
    of us kids waiting for Santa
    to arrive weighed down
    by his sack filled with toys.

    While we are fast asleep,
    Ma bakes lasagna,
    a treat for sore taste buds.
    In dreams we inhale the scent,
    eager to dig in,
    maybe have seconds or thirds.

    At school they wonder why
    not ham or turkey,
    the American way
    their moms prepare holidays.
    “We’re Italian,” says Tony.
    We celebrate Natale!

    #

  5. Holiday Warmth

    Thanksgiving? Christmas? New Years?

    They are all the same
    when there is no family

    My friend Brad and myself
    have found a way
    to make these Holidays special

    We open our homes
    to those without family

    Rotating from his home
    to mine

    We are the only ones
    that cook for these holidays

    The homes always
    smell nice
    but the love in the air
    far outways the food

    The stories we all
    the share of our families
    that past

    The warmth
    in our hearts
    knowing we
    have made
    someone’s holiday
    special

    Copyright © TMC 2016

  6. Mary Lou’s Fruit Cake

    My mom baked for
    the Christmas season.

    Day after Thanksgiving,
    it was a Chocolate Chip

    family fortification
    for the month to follow.

    For there would be
    no snitching from the feast

    accumulating in the kitchen.
    A total of up to thirty

    different types of cookies
    to be given as gifts.

    But prior to all of that
    came The Fruitcake.

    None of that door-stop
    re-gifted variety. No, sir.

    From my grand-mom’s recipe;
    it made ten pounds of

    dark, moist, melt-in-your-mouth,
    where’s-the-next-piece fruitcake.

    Ingredients like 1 pound butter,
    1 pound dark brown sugar,

    ½ pound chopped dates, one
    dozen eggs, and so on.

    Mom mixed it by hand
    in the turkey roaster.

    My duties grew
    as I did, first off pushing

    down on the nut chopper,
    (safe by all accounts).

    Then, breaking the eggs into
    the mix. Ultimately

    trusted with a paring knife
    to cut up the fruit (candied and dried).

    Family yore tells that
    Grand-mom (who didn’t believe

    in drinking) would substitute
    the apple brandy called for

    in the recipe with the apple cider
    from the front

    porch (long frozen—leaving
    only alcohol).

    My dad worked for a
    company that made single-

    family dwellings. Worked
    his way up from carpenter,

    eventually into the office.
    Back then, (over half a century

    ago) life moved at a slower pace.
    Instead of bottles of wine for

    a corporate gift, we gave cookies—and fruitcake.
    Wrapped lids of shirt-sized

    boxes opened to reveal
    a carefully arrayed assortment

    of delicious home-made cookies.
    Plus, individually wrapped

    slices of Mary Lou’s fruit cake.
    How important you were on my

    parent’s list was indicated by how many
    slices you got.

    Copyright © Ellen Evans – 2016

  7. William Preston on said:

    Sara, although I am not Italian, I have enjoyed many celebrations with Italian folks. What often struck me was how much Italian and Jewish families seemed to become more animated over a meal and in preparing for one. Both used their hands a lot too, and the sheer joy of being together was palpable. This poem of yours brought that all back. Wonderful. Thanks.

  8. Fudgey Christmas Magic

    He didn’t cook or bake
    Or even grill out
    But when the spirit moved
    Him, as it often did,
    He pulled out a
    Special pot, some sugar
    Butter, vanilla, and cocoa
    A thermometer that would
    Tell him when the magic
    Mixture had reached
    Perfection
    I watched my dad
    Pour the dark creamy
    Fudge – sliding smoothly
    Into pan to cool and I knew
    That this was a special holiday
    Treat because in this batch
    Were the black walnuts
    We had gathered together
    From the backyard

  9. William Preston on said:

    CIRCUIT

    The beauty of Christmas cookies
    is not just in the making;
    it’s how we can all enjoy
    the aftereffects of baking

    for many a day thereafter
    as we make repeated rounds
    from easy chair to kitchen
    and gain unwanted pounds.

  10. William Preston on said:

    ALL GONE

    Mom’s
    butter
    cookies were
    good to the last
    burp.

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