As a child, I loved the feast days of the winter holidays. My mom cooked up a veritable storm on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. I’d lie in bed listening to the mixer run, knowing that there was a dessert in the making. She got up early and stayed up late.
It was a labor of love. And it made some sweet memories for me.
Unfortunately for my children, our feast days have been known to feature a crabby mom: me. My mom must have been a saint because I don’t rememberthat part of the holidays. Or I’ve blocked it all out.
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