Tomorrow

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I began the Christmas letter while at the beach last week.  But words became  forced.

So rather than use forceps, I put it all away.  I didn’t exactly throw in the towel, but I did reach that elusive state of holy indifference where it didn’t matter any more.  If words eventually came, then fine — I would write them.  Or if words remained locked in the quicksand of my mind, then I gave myself permission to NOT write a Christmas letter this year.  Either alternative was fine by me.

But as my girls were looking through my collection of Christmas greetings yesterday, the question of my own slightly delinquent greeting surfaced .  Rather than talk about quicksand and the state of holy indifference, I heard myself say that the letter was at the top of my ‘to do’ list tomorrow.

What WAS I thinking?  Tomorrow?  Where DID those words come from?

Tomorrow… as in bet your bottom dollar, tomorrow, there’ll be words.

And then, hedging my glib words, just in case no words showed up tomorrow, I reminded anyone who was listening that there were twelve days of Christmas, implying that I had until at least January 5th to deliver the goods.

End of story.  Nothing else was said.  And I thought no more about it…. until this morning, about 4 a.m., when words starting coming.  The dam had broken and it was time to deliver the goods.  So I did what any unreasonable writer starved for words would do.  I got up, no questions asked.

Yet…rather than sitting down to write, I put the muse off, just in case she was toying with me again.  I made some spaghetti sauce and meatballs… tempting the muse to leave.  Then I made some home-made vegetable soup.  Then some coffee.  And the muse continued to hang in there until finally, I settled down with my computer.  And before I knew it, I had a way ‘in’ to the letter and the words began to flow and I didn’t look up until half the Christmas letter was drafted.  And soon I had an entire draft.  Just like that.

Did I deliver the goods?  Well, if it’s like all the other Christmas letters I’ve ever written, probably not.  But the important thing is that the letter has been delivered except for the clean up.  And I’m saving that for tomorrow.  Just  like any created thing, I’m giving it a little rest to see it all with fresh eyes in the sunlight of  a new tomorrow.

Funny that yesterday’s questioner use to love the movie Annie.  But then’…what’s not to love about that little girl with such dogged determination and eternal optimism — who had probably never heard of that Ignatius catch phrase of “holy indifference” in all her young life.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow, you’re always a day away…

Chicken Fajitas for Santa

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My husband and I  “unplugged” our Christmas tree last year.

But for the grands and  nieces, who will receive their perennial gift of money —  and a few others like my aunts — gifts no longer play a major role in our Christmas gatherings.

No gift buying keeps life simpler, especially in the days leading up to Christmas.  No longer do we go through the motions of buying something that the other doesn’t really need — or want — since everyone in our family is fortunate enough to tend to their own needs and wants.

However, not everyone in our family unplugged; not desiring to let go of tradition, my kids and their mates kept on plugging.  Last year, everyone drew a name and met at our house to unwrap their “Secret Santa”  gift.   I think Santa’s identity was pretty much unwrapped before the gifts were… though the knowledge only heightened the fun.  In fact, everyone had such a grand time that the kids agreed to keep their new tradition going;  and their fun was so contagious, that my husband and I decided to give it a go and plug-in two lights of our own.

Today we invited all our favorite not-so-secret Santas to our second annual unwrap party.  Thanks to much help from my husband, we unwrapped the party with fajita wraps.

Chicken fajitas with all the fixings takes time to prepare for a crowd (it was a triple recipe for today); but the second nicest part of this meal is that it can be prepared in advance.

The fajita meat stays nice and hot in a foil-lined ice chest, the caramelized onions and bell pepper strips are easily reheated while the guacamole, grated cheese and sour cream can chill out in the fridge until serving time.

Of course, the nicest part of the meal is all the happy smiles it brings.  Parting gifts of home-made Chocolate Biscotti — a lovely recipe from the first blog I ever visited — kept the kids smiling as they walked out the door.

And here’s the bestest part:  After all the good food, including Amy’s Ambosia Cake, and the two hours of playing a old family card game with the kids…

…..I’m still smiling.

Chicken Fajitas

Serves 4       1 hour (includes 30 mins marinade time)  Does not include time for fajita fixings

Ingredient List:

12 flour tortillas
3 chicken breasts, sliced horizontally  into 6 thin breast cutlets

Your favorite fajita toppings (can be prepared several hours in advance)

Grated Cheddar Cheese
Sour Cream

Caramelized Onions: (30 to 45 mins to prepare)  1 large onion, peel and sliced in 1/4 inch rings — saute in 2 Tbsp oil in skillet over low heat until softened — add 1/2 tsp salt and  1 Tbsp butter and continue to cook until golden — if watched closely, may turn up heat once softened.

Bell Pepper Strips – (30 mins to prepare) Wash then cut pepper in half, remove seeds.  Slice in 1/4 inch half-rings.  Saute in 2 Tbsp oil in skillet over low heat until soft .

Guacamole – 2 small ripe avocados, 1/2 to 1 tsp Cavenders’s Greek Seasoning, 1/2 cup Pace Picante Sauce.  Scoop avocado into bowl and mash with fork; mix in seasoning and sauce.  Place avocado seeds on top to keep guacamole from turning brown.  Cover and store in refrigerator until ready to serve.

Fajita Marinade

1/3 cup fresh squeezed lime juice
1/4 cup canola oil
2 medium pressed or minced garlic cloves
1 Tbsp Worcestershire sauce
1 1/2 tsp brown sugar
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp ground black pepper.

Mix above ingredients.  Set aside 1/4 cup to dress cooked chicken.  To remaining marinade, add another 1 tsp salt.  Pour on top of chicken, cover with plastic wrap.  Refrigerate for 30 mins.

To Cook:

Heat 3 Tbsp cooking oil in aluminum skillet over medium to medium high meat.  Take chicken out and discard marinade; remove excess marinade from chicken with paper towels.  Add chicken breast to oil and fry approximately 5 minutes on each side.  Remove when chicken is fork tender and golden brown on both sides.  Store in foil-lined ice chest for 10 minutes before slicing; then on a cutting board, slice chicken in 1/2 inch strips and dress with reserved marinade.  Remove tortillas from packaging, place between two microwaveable dinner plates (one inverted on the other) and warm in microwave for 60 seconds on high setting.

Serve buffet style.

Morning Tea Alarm

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Every day begins thus.

There is rummaging in the kitchen.  The sound of water hums through the pipe and gushes out the faucet; an electric tea kettle is being filled for my husband’s morning tea.  Cabinet doors open and out comes a thermal mug with the red Dow Chemical diamond logo on it.

I no longer remember how we came by these mugs.  Yet, we have three, exactly alike.  Perhaps like other red diamond stuff accumulated over the last thirty-two years, these mugs were a recognition award.  However they came to us, this trinity of  stainless steel  mugs work together to become my husband’s sacred vessel for tea.

As the water begins to boil, he retrieves a tin of green tea; his fondness of  this pale tea grew out of frequent travels to Asia.  He pinches together a few loose leaves and carefully tosses them into the bottom of the mug.  Soon the boiling water will flood the cup and leaves will swell.

The tea will steep as I stir from sleep.

My husband’s early morning tea ritual is my everyday wake-up call.  The sounds of water boiling in the tea kettle climb the stairs to nudge me from sleep.  I slowly stretch my legs to dislodge the stiffness from my knees, a  sure sign of age creeping upon me.

The subtle action dislodges more than intended; my three young and exuberant canine companions bound up on all four legs.  Instantly awake, they stretch and yawn while moving themselves in range for a few morning pets.  I open my eyes to find our standard poodle Max staring up at me with hungry and hopeful eyes.  To encourage me awake, and maybe even to express his undying love, Max quickly plants both feet on the bed and leans in for a sloppy French kiss.  Dulled by sleep and slower reflexes, I dive for the covers but Max is too fast.  That poodle boy shakes this canine mom from her dream world every time.

What had I been dreaming?  It’s hard to remember, though sometimes, if I ask myself the question while still drowsy, I can recall enough to make me smile.  But with three hungry dogs and a full day of no plans ahead, I’ve no time to dawdle now — it’s time to turn my back on my bed and my dreams and wake up to everyday life.  A new day is ready to be born and I must go deliver it.

Thus, my labor begins.