23 December 2011

Merry Christmas, Friends

Right up until the actual day of Christmas, I am pulled kicking and screaming into a season of great expectations.

I ignore them all. Christmas baking is a thing of the past, ever since I spent the run up to Christmas reading and grading exams. Some years - and this appears to be one of them - I don't even get a tree up. I tire of holiday music by Dec. 5 (save for the Celtic melodies that became so popular about 15 years ago).

But I do have lovely memories of Christmases past and some day when the year is not so fragmented and demanding, I will use them to craft new traditions.

The year about to end has been full of changes and challenges. I sought physical therapy for a rotator cuff injury and a bursa problem and discovered working out, the world of crunches and reps and - sometimes - sheer torture. I now spend more time at the gym than in the kitchen now.

But there is a distinct possibility a new recipe is about to debut. Stick around. And have a wonderful Christmas.

The tree is not mine, by the way, but one of those lovely memories.