This is my special family Christmas tradition: Strawberries. We have been making them for 43 years, according to my mother. This year the boys shaped the strawberries all by themselvs. It was a quite an accomplishment, as there is a certain apprenticeship one has to endure before becoming a true strawberry maker. I submitted a story to one of those newspaper insert magazines about the process, but it never got published. Guess it will have to be another self-published tome on the blog (later). The plate is one of the exclusive patterns of the Lomonosov pottery in St. Petersburg where we had a tour and spent too much money in 2001.
Right now I am smelling the sweet scent of butterscotch pecan pie that I just removed from the oven. Kind of my own creation, or at least variation. This is a first time recipe so I will have to let you know later how it is.
Everyone is going to the new National Treasure movie at 2:00 today except me. I will be cooking and setting the table, etc. and perhaps enjoying a little peace and Christmas music. My goals are to clear off my dresser to make way for some new trinkets I got last night, and to go through the CD box and match all the CD's up with their cases. That and prepare the ham, twice baked potatoes and whatever else I can scrounge up. I won't accomplish everything.
