My husband is half Italian, half German. I'm mostly European, but I have strong Cuban and Native American (Blackfoot) roots. When it comes to Christmas, I'm used to Cuban and Euro-American customs. Mr. Muse is used to Italian/Euro-American customs. And, now, we blend all of these together...
It seems it mostly centers around food. Mr. Muse and his Italian family make "ravs" every year. It's a process where you make a spiced meat mixture, cool it, and then hand make a dough...run it through a press, and "wrap" the "ravs"---which are something like a meat-filled tortellini, only not quite so doughnut shaped. It has become a competitive party, where family members compete to make the best "rav" every year. Mr. Muse's eldest sister, who has rheumatoid arthritis, and can't participate in the conventional way, judges. My American Mutt daughter has now won 2 of the past 3 or 4 years...eh, she's an artist...
My family NEVER had a turkey for Thanksgiving and Christmas. NEVER. We had fried chicken much of the time, but ordinarily, the main dish was roast beef. It wasn't the Christmas dinner so much as the after-delights I'm concerned with for this post. Grandma was from Cuba. The leftovers from the roast from Christmas was generally ground, and became a filling for empanadillas the following week. Empanadillas are now my very fondest memory of holiday gatherings...even if it was mostly a post-holiday event. None of the surviving family members can duplicate Grandma's recipe...and she never wrote down what she did. I think I've come the closest, but my dough was still too thick.
Empanadillas are little fried pies, with generally a meat stuffing--but can be dessert or fruit based too. If it's a Cuban meat pie, you can bet there is a fair amount of garlic & onion, and the filling was usually beef in our family, but I do remember Grandma making pork empanadillas ONCE from a leftover pot roast. I don't think they went over very well with the family, so I don't think she made them again.
Grandma wholly embraced the cookie tradition too...and for the longest time, I embraced her tradition...until I ate too much of what I made & started to gain weight. I no longer have a sense of smell either, and a HUGE part of holiday baking for me was how the house smelled.
I just feel sort of bad for my daughter. I don't really have a holiday tradition to pass onb to her. But, maybe I shouldn't feel all that bad...because if you REALLY think about this...she has a LOT of different traditions to choose from and to make her own. Including my ex-husband's family tradition of celebrating on Christmas Eve-and their traditional English toast at a certain time every Christmas Eve here. Maybe she actually has the best of all worlds though...and tonight, her boyfriend, Sho, learned the art of Italian Rav making. I told him that he'll have to come back to enjoy the soup they will make...and that he also needed to experience some Cuban food. He's Japanese, and these are outside of what he's experienced so far. He's a good guy...
In other news...I still have a blessed infection...sinus and eye, so have been going to work, coming home and crashing a lot. So, imagine how excited I was by my good fortune that I was able to complete my Christmas shopping in 2 nights. I wrapped most everything last night. Plus stuffed the stockings, so I only have a tiny bit to wrap tomorrow.
The kidlet leaves for Indianapolis in less than 2 weeks. I'd love to just spend a day with her...depends on what type of work we have. If it's slow, I might approach the bosses where I work, and ask for a day off before she leaves. Really iffy right now. We were soooo busy, I got overtime last week. But now we have little to do--probably holiday related? Anyway...maybe I'd be better off saving a day off now and again to spend a long weekend with her. She only has school 3 days a week...so we could spend time with her if she gets too homesick...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Using All the Tools

I have a lot of tools at my fingertips. A LOT. Remember from my previous post, I'm a hoarder. I'll get to that update in a bit.
I have a few books on Feng Shui living. A few on reducing clutter. I chose to begin with one of the anti-clutter books--actually I started to use it a few years ago, but like all things, it fell by the wayside. Perhaps with a blog keeping me accountable, I'll be a little more likely to see it through.
The book is Organizing from the Inside Out by Julie Morgenstern. From what I remember of the book before I ditched it years ago, she identifies different personality types who tend to hoard. I fit the classic definition. I'm working on a priority list of things to work on first and focus my energies on...in different tiers. Kind of boring to explain it all here, but it takes things I can't live without: my family, pets, friends, writing--and the next layer would include things like cooking, art, running, dance--and the next tier would be drumming, piano, etc. (Not an inclusive list, btw...)
I am such a work in progress, but I really do have all I need. It's either contained in information I can readily look up. Or I have had it within myself all along, and I just need to acknowledge that fact.
The fling boogie is going decently. I'm behind for the month so far, but it's the beginning of the month, and I'm behind by about 3 1/2 days, so it's not as terrible as it sounds. I know this for a fact, because it's not so hard to catch up when I'm behind with NaNoWriMo. I think, if I WriMo-ize my entire life, I'll be in pretty good shape!
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