Auld Lang Syne.

  The only skier in my neck of the woods.. But how cute is he? 

For years and years this girl and I have been sharing ornaments etc..

She sent me this cute thing this year:) I call him Jean-Claude Killy:)

My girls..always peek at the ornaments..they know every year  something new is added:) I think I gave the girls 4 this yr.. 2 hand made..2 bought..a certain gnome grabbed my heartstrings last yr..so I bought one for my girls..myself and  Susan..

My friend Sarah and I exchange also..

 My friend Nancy sent me this book.I had no idea how popular it was  as  I had never heard of it.I read the whole thing one afternoon..author is 90.

She started The French Laundry..amongst many other resto venues..Thomas Keller bought it from her.

I want you to look at how she writes a recipe..Should it not always be this way?
I think so..

Just look at the logistics.

Linda who does not blog anymore but is on IG inspired me to learn Jewish cooking.I made my first latkes..divine..and a new cabbage dish..

My first latkes.

This summer one of our daughters took this pic of us.. 100 yrs ago she had t-shirts printed one was too small so I got it..It's of the boys in Fl..I had taken the photo..and she gifted us with them..so one night this summer we decided to wear them..The difference in the boys,,well you can see.And they have since grown again.We are so small beside them.

She gave me this light up frame for Xmas and placed the photo in it:)

I love it:)

 My daughter has a few trees in their new home..this one is so pretty when you walk in..The boys were having their photo taken..one of many.and I snuck in I need memories.I hate being photographed..Hate it.

But I want to look back..

My boys:)

All of them:) 

Christmas eve was at my daughter's home..we were 14..Fred cooked a turkey AND a crown roast..we were full:) All my daughter's charcuterie board(she is magic).  appetizers...salad..a different meat pie..stuffing..and my daughter's desserts.We were stuffed.

It was lovely.And weather was like in the Carolinas..what's up with that..

Christmas morning is here..for gifts and brunch..PJs..all in pjs..

This yr instead of setting up xtra tables etc.I did a buffet.

Everything was eaten up..next yr.. two large quiches..not one..and double the scones and double the smoked salmon,bagels and cream cheese ..cretons and bacon jam.. I had enough.But the quiches and the rest not nearly enough.

Those boys are so appreciative of what I cook.God love 'em.

They have appetites..My desserts ..were somewhat eaten but my boys are foodies..more than desserties. The muffins..(choco chips) were enjoyed..I sent Caro home with5 I think..they were all in the mood for less sugar more savoury..J's bacon..gone..so fast.

That's all I want for Christmas....to see their faces.

My daughters are funny and kind.. they fill a stocking for me:)

I like everything sparkling for Xmas morn..even my mom's silver.

Best trick.. a pail.. aluminium foil.. the utensils..baking soda..boiling water.

Shine on.

They are so finicky to polish one by one..

I love this method.

I have two new beautiful aprons(not bragging..grateful) I tried selfies.. deleted them all..LOL

Not feeling very selfie..ish.. I should have settled for those;)

They are beautiful.

Thoughtfulness:)

Have you watched Maestro? Fabulous..fabulous acting.

And The Sound Of Freedom? I love James Caviezel..and this movie ..really shocks..

So troubling.. Child slavery..Children stolen and sold to pedophiles.

I was surprised to read the controversies now coming out surrounding this Tim Ballard ..

Gérard Dépardieu is not faring any better.When I saw the footage of all his disgusting actions and manners..

He is really not to be admired.

We have had a bleak scenario here rain..fog..our properties are messy and muddy..I know others have had flooding:(

On this cheery note..

I wish you  and yours a healthy New Year.Comfort to those that are sad..Happiness to those who could need a good dose of it..Resolution to things that need resolve..Friendship to those who could use a friend.

Peace.

Love.