Christmas eve morning. After my cup of tea I put on a light jacket and go out for a brisk walk. The asphalt is wet. The weather is gray. Regardless, I love starting my day like this.
Yesterday’s grocery shopping went smoothly. My initial plan of baking an almond cake somehow got out of proportions and so I ended up making an assortment of sweets, all gluten-free, all very poor in sugar; how else would I make them?
Then, I woke up at 04.00 this morning and as time does not fly when you are sleepless, I imagined some raisin chocolate-balls. And some vegetarian lentil spread. That’s what insomnia can do to some of us.
Before 8 o’clock the tiny kitchen was already bustling with activity. My mother, the woman who has faithfully fed us through childhood and into early adulthood, despite long working-hours, is taking a well deserved break.
My father on the other hand, is in full swing. A rye-bread is baking, while two loaves of white bread are on hold.
So that’s where we’re at. Dishes under control. Red bonnets unearthed. Steamed by the vapours emanating from the stove. Groomed and ready to join the extended clan.
We’re wishing you a Merry Christmas, whichever way you’ve chosen to spend it.