The Season of Light
Tuesday, December 29th, 2009
Riding through my friend’s neighborhood after a night mountain bike outing the other week, I passed a house that boasted a remarkably diverse array of holiday lights. Illuminated across the front lawn was flamingo, inflatable Snoopy Santa, reindeer collection and nativity scene. Seriously? I thought to myself. Is this legal to have the sacred and profane commingling on Kentucky blue grass?
At first I was put off. I mean, pick one or the other, would ya? Out of respect for Jesus, get rid of the lawn Santa! But the more I’ve been reading about winter solstice, the more I realize these two symbolize the same thing in different ways: the return of light to our darkened days.
For centuries, the rituals and traditions of pre-Christian cultures were intimately tied to celestial, seasonal passages marked by the summer and winter solstice and the spring and fall equinox. Astronomically, we have winter because of that remarkable 23.5 degree tilt in the Earth’s axis. Winter begins when the earth is furtherest away from the sun and days become long again.
In the northern hemisphere, winter solstice is among the most celebrated of all seasonal passages. The hardest of times, winter in days of yore meant meager living, possible food rations, starvation, and deep, bitter cold. Surviving those fierce days called for sacrifice and celebration. With solstice came the promise of renewal.
I am heartened by this promise and am grateful for the many, many ways ours and other cultures celebrate this season of light. The most well-known religious and secular observations in North America, from Chanukah to Kwanzaa to Christmas to Solstice, involve illumination. Candles marking days, counting down, guiding the path, restoring faith and burning bright – the flame of hope draws us near and we count our blessings and reward our spirits by sharing in the joy of another season of life.
So how did you celebrate the return of light? This year, winter solstice occured on December 22. I’m contemplated making my own candles. Ever done this? Then, I thought I’d head to the kitchen to make something I’ve never contemplated until this year: a chocolate Yule Log or Buche de Noel like this one or perhaps this one, which has twice as much vanilla, so already I’m hooked. Learn more about the history of this holiday ember here.
As we look to the New Year, I’d love a recommendation on your favorite holiday or winter cocktail. By the way, have you seen the recipe for Rodelle’s Vanilla Ginger Snap? I can see me now curled up next to a fire place with glass in hand. In the meantime, if you’re looking for a special way to help others less fortunate in the world make it through this season of light, check out Chez Pim’s sixth annual Menu For Hope and start giving. The fundraiser ends December 31.
May your season be bright!
Carol

Thanks to Zombizi, ItzaFineDay and Bgreenlee for their enlightening photo contributions.
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1. A pure vanilla. Seriously, are you surprised? Yes, vanilla is my favorite ingredient but that’s only because it is so delicious! And a
ears. They look professional, they’re an easy clean and they’re a huge step up from the pots and pans I lugged around during my years of school.
ly time, food, smells and shopping)! I’m always a little annoyed when they start playing Christmas music in October, but now that it is a more appropriate timing, I can be heard singing it loudly whenever I (think I) am alone. How can you not love something that is telling you that “it’s the most wonderful time of the year!”?

One of the great mysteries of the kitchen is my knife drawer (it may be the great mystery of any kitchen, actually!). I grew up with a famously awful knife drawer that looks exactly today as it did 30 years ago. Nothing but wooden handled paring, slicing and carving knives that have never seen a knife sharpener and probably never will. However, I think it’s safe to say that unlike my mom, I ponder the health of my knives. For instance, I’ve recently noticed that my knives are just dull. I accept this fact because I figure it has to do with the quality of my knives, not how I treat them (right?). However, this I know: a sharp knife makes prep work go more smoothly, and more safely. A dull knife can be threatening to fingers!
Still, the mystery remains. How do you keep a knife sharp? How often should you sharpen it? What am I supposed to be doing with the knife sharpening rod that came with my entry-level Henkels knife set? Moreover, what am I doing with an entry-level knife set when I love cooking as much as I do? (If you have an answer to any of these questions, I would love to hear from you!)
First off, don’t keep your knives in a drawer (whoops!). You want to keep each blade free from other objects that could chip or ding its integrity. If you have a knife set, it probably came with this standard butcher block keeper. I tossed mine aside b/c I like my counters free of clutter, but now I think I’ll invest in a magnetic strip (like you see in some professional kitchens). This also means keeping your knives OUT of the dishwasher. I know. I know. It pains you think about hand-washing, doesn’t it? Aside from dulling the blade, but according to Polly, dishwashers are hardest on the handle. So, grab your sponge and soap and start scrubbing (gently).
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Ten years ago, I flew to Brussels in mid-December to attend the wedding of a dear friend. It was my first winter visit to Belgium and it was freeze-your-nostrils-shut cold. But it was Belgium and the spirit of the holidays infused the streets of the famed Flemish capital, so I donned my favorite chapeau, buried my nose in my scarf, and took to the holiday market for
Since it’s that time of year, and for once I’m feeling like all I want to do is go to holiday parties, and since I can’t go to Belgium, I thought we could stroll down imagination lane (again) in search of a different kind of fantasy menu. This one I’m dubbing “Holiday Appetizers for the Irreverent Glutton” because I’m drawn this season to tapas-like tasty nibbles that keep your feet nailed to the floor in front of the appetizer table. There’s no central theme to my menu other than keeping to my standards of rewarding taste, fresh ingredients (local and seasonal when possible), and fun. But you know that by now!
Later in the month, I’ll be attending what is sure to be a “remarkably bad holiday outfit” themed party at the home of last month’s
velvet cake and the cream cheese frosting together, it was time to ball them and dip them in the chocolate. This part did not go as planned, unfortunately. The next step was to melt the chocolate and I decided that doing this in the microwave was the easy way to go. A pitted Tupperware and several burnt chocolate bars later, I learned the valuable lesson that the chocolate may actually be melted, but it will still retain its shape until you stir it. Oops. Strike One.
in business! Now that I was able to melt the chocolate without burning a hole in the container, the next step was to drop small round balls (created by using my handy mini ice cream scoop!) into the chocolate, roll them around and then lay them onto waxed paper. I ran into another problem here. Candy chocolate is great, until any moisture gets in it. Once moisture DOES get in, the consistency of the melted chocolate changes and becomes crumbly and nearly impossible to work with. Remember, we just mixed an entire can of cream cheese frosting into the cake balls…moisture is guaranteed at this point. Strike Two.
website. In fact, they were more like amorphous blobs. However, they tasted phenomenal!! Seriously, you have to try them — just get someone else to make them, maybe??



Patience Crackstone and her husband Nathan toiled four days and nights to prepare their Thanksgiving offering, an earthy, roasted arrangement of carrots, squash and leeks that marinated hours in a ginger bath of water and stock before browning in a heavy skillet to bring out the sugars. They sat at the table in their Sunday best, exhausted, yet hopeful. There was much to celebrate.
Welcome to the joy of Rogue Rice, a supper club by way of quirky irreverence. My friends Katie and Lera spawned the idea last year – theme-based dinners that feature random concepts (for instance,
Here’s what was on the Rogue Rice First Thanksgiving Menu (a little different to Patience’s all those years ago!):
I think we impressed ourselves. I know I was impressed, especially since our gluten-free Pilgrim Patience fared fantastically well – without us even trying. The only things she said ‘no’ to were the biscuits and the crust from the pumpkin cheesecake. Well done!