So often, song lyrics say exactly what I'm thinking. This, I know, is a universal tendency. How often I've compared notes with others about this lyric or that condensing what often might take a mini novella to impart!
And so, I remember Phil's sharing with us the Tom Rush version of Joni Mitchell's "The Circle Game". Ahem, that would be back in the late sixties, I do believe. Done way, way too soon was Phil... but still that presence...
Mom's last year of life was brutal, so we knew that many "lasts" were happening, over the course of it. Needless to say, we are left with emotions that range from tears to giggles and back again. But in the end, good memories prevail.
When it came time to do "her" onions, an accompaniment to our traditional Eve prime rib, the thought was actually relevant to all the danged time it was taking me... never realized just how a good block of it could be consumed, 'cause she always provided them.
THE RECIPE:
THE RECIPE:
Peel and slice sweet onions and separate the rings
Soak in milk of your choice
Dredge in flour, paprika, pepper, garlic powder
Spread in single layers on cookie sheets and spray with EVOO/Pam
Bake in preheated 400-degree oven for about 25 minutes
Or... fry, if you must, as Mom did
Soon, the four nut balls hanging in the front of our home shall be packed away for another year. I created them in Dad's memory, after he left us in the fall of 1976. Sure, ribbons have been changed and nuts and pinecones have been replaced... but they are survivors...
This year's events such as (hurricane) Sandy and Sandy Hook really cast an air of sadness over the holidays, for those who understood the toll on the affected. But our children deserve the making of their very own gleeful memories; and so, we truck on to share the joy...
We absolutely must capture the golden rings from the carousel of time.
We absolutely must capture the golden rings from the carousel of time.
I am so deeply grateful to my family for all they've afforded me.
♥
