It’s close to Christmas season, again. After my mother passed away, I didn’t have a desire to celebrate this. I found myself, instead, drawn to being a part of this annual ritual called Christmas, or Yule, or Solstice in a more personal way and didn’t give much thought to peace on earth and goodwill toward men, or angels on high, attended church, or watched for Santa.
I have rediscovered Christmas but in a different way. For me, Christmas is not about obligatory gift-giving. It’s about connecting with others from the heart. So, for many years now, I have given the gift I do best—good food. I cook my fingers to the bone and love every minute of it. I’m always filled with happiness when I see my friends stuffing themselves with my gift of tasty food to titillate their taste buds. Continue reading