Merry Christmas Jesus
Merry Christmas to you and yours as we celebrate the birth of Jesus!
It is 5:34 on Christmas morning and that sweet, cool Christmas breeze just blew threw the open louvres. You know, that breeze that comes from the north with more than a hint of coolness and a bit of dry dust that tickles the nose, letting you know that the dry season will soon be here? That breeze which makes me take a breath deep into my lungs! Aah! That spells Christmas in Trinidad and Tobago (TnT) for me!
Got up about 1:00 a.m., to sweeten the sorrel, bake the ham and make old-fashioned coconut sweetbread, you remember me telling you about Auntie Iris' recipe? Well, I tried it but with a twist, I used cracked wheat. Eh, eh, I have just realized that I forgot to put the 'sweet' in the sweetbread! Your girl has forgotten to add the sugar! Lol! Well that makes it a double twist, cracked wheat and sweetened only by coconut, raisins and homemade sweet watermelon pickles. Ah well, isn't that the way new things evolve? Through trial, through error?
I decided that even though I am not in the Christmas mood, (not that I am in a bad or particularly blue mood, I just am not feeling the usual excitement. Could it be that I am growing old? Ha! Ha! Never!) that is no reason for me to indulge myself and not put together a bit of the fixin's for His birthday. So in that regard, I still have to make the pump-a-creme with the pumpkin that is currently sharing space in the oven with the ham, label the pepper-sauce, made in the style of Jeanne (that's my mother) and the sweet watermelon pickles and the mango chutney, made Indian style (not TnT Indian), and the West Indian plums which I brined similar to the way in which green olives are done, bake the bread, go to church and sing my praises loud and clear, come back and bake the egg-less chocolate studded banana bread which will be gifted to one of my neighbours who is allergic to eggs and loves banana bread. The breads, the chutney, pickles and pepper-sauce will all be gifted to various individuals. I hope they don't mind 'home-made' and like the taste. When I have completed all that, it is time to visit a few of the older folks. I want to give each a hug and really look lovingly at their skin and their eyes, hear their voices and listen to their words. Life is short.
O' gosh, it's 6:32 a.m, off to get dressed for the wonderful communion with God!
Until
It is 5:34 on Christmas morning and that sweet, cool Christmas breeze just blew threw the open louvres. You know, that breeze that comes from the north with more than a hint of coolness and a bit of dry dust that tickles the nose, letting you know that the dry season will soon be here? That breeze which makes me take a breath deep into my lungs! Aah! That spells Christmas in Trinidad and Tobago (TnT) for me!
Got up about 1:00 a.m., to sweeten the sorrel, bake the ham and make old-fashioned coconut sweetbread, you remember me telling you about Auntie Iris' recipe? Well, I tried it but with a twist, I used cracked wheat. Eh, eh, I have just realized that I forgot to put the 'sweet' in the sweetbread! Your girl has forgotten to add the sugar! Lol! Well that makes it a double twist, cracked wheat and sweetened only by coconut, raisins and homemade sweet watermelon pickles. Ah well, isn't that the way new things evolve? Through trial, through error?
I decided that even though I am not in the Christmas mood, (not that I am in a bad or particularly blue mood, I just am not feeling the usual excitement. Could it be that I am growing old? Ha! Ha! Never!) that is no reason for me to indulge myself and not put together a bit of the fixin's for His birthday. So in that regard, I still have to make the pump-a-creme with the pumpkin that is currently sharing space in the oven with the ham, label the pepper-sauce, made in the style of Jeanne (that's my mother) and the sweet watermelon pickles and the mango chutney, made Indian style (not TnT Indian), and the West Indian plums which I brined similar to the way in which green olives are done, bake the bread, go to church and sing my praises loud and clear, come back and bake the egg-less chocolate studded banana bread which will be gifted to one of my neighbours who is allergic to eggs and loves banana bread. The breads, the chutney, pickles and pepper-sauce will all be gifted to various individuals. I hope they don't mind 'home-made' and like the taste. When I have completed all that, it is time to visit a few of the older folks. I want to give each a hug and really look lovingly at their skin and their eyes, hear their voices and listen to their words. Life is short.
O' gosh, it's 6:32 a.m, off to get dressed for the wonderful communion with God!
Until
Wow time for me to head home for a good T/T Christmas.
ReplyDeleteHere in Tucson,Az everyone stays indoor foe the day. Not much movement out there unless you're a Truck Driver making your way across the Interstate either with a delivery or making it home. Have not heard the Cargo Trains go by seems they got the day off.
Yes where am at you do see cars on the Interstate which means they're on their way to California, New Mexico, Texas or heading down to Nogales,Mexico in time for dinner. And yes I can see the Police from the Various Departments ensuring you stay within the Limits set.
Yes we try to stay as Trini as we can with foods and music. For me it will not be over till Jan 6th.
So my dear when you visit for the next 2 days every drink you have have one for me. Don't overdo. See you soon.
Friend in Tucson, Az.
Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!
Right back at yah! Give your wife and sons big hugs for me!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas JinJin.
ReplyDeleteI loved this piece and I miss the home Christmas experience.
Love ya
Heather