We are still waiting for snow around here! The mornings are chilly, the skies are gray, but… still no snow. However, our Christmas still marches on, despite the lack of white stuff on the ground.
This past week Wyatt and I talked a bit about Hanukkah. I always want to make sure I introduce him to different cultures without being appropriational, and one of the ways I feel we can achieve that is through books, discussion, and food. Latkes featured prominently in the books we read (Hanukkah in Alaska and Little Red Ruthie) so, Saturday night I attempted making latkes. I didn’t do too terribly, I don’t think? They were not super attractive, but they tasted ok. I wasn’t sure what to have them with (other than sour cream) so we ordered pierogi from the Little Pierogi and Crepe Cafe downtown. Billy and I had pierogi, Wyatt had a cheese crepe, and everything was delicious. I had a bacon blue cheese pierogi, loaded potato, and a jalapeno popper one which was so good but also my mouth was on fire.
In fact, it was so good and we were so full, we needed a walk after we ate. We bundled up, tucked Wyatt into the wagon with three blankets, and headed off into the night and cold. We looked at Christmas lights and I played Christmas music on my phone as we walked – we had a ton of fun!
Sunday was round two of Christmas cheer and food.
In the morning Billy and I barely had time to drink a cup of coffee before it was time to leave for Wyatt’s appointment with Santa. Our favorite nature center hosts a a few different Santa events, with a small sing-a-long, a story, snacks, crafts, and a visit with the big man himself. Santa sits in his own little room, and families get called in one by one. It is really neat, and Wyatt had a blast. He was really into singing Jingle Bells and shaking the bells they gave us all.
I try to keep Wyatt’s childhood as innocent and magical as I can, knowing he will grow up way too soon. Childhood and it’s magic is just not long enough, so I try with all my might to make his as wonderful as possible. As I watched him with Santa, and saw the joy on his face, I knew for now he was living what I wanted for him. I also knew in my momma’s heart that this might be the last year we experience this particular moment, as he gets older and maybe loses the belief in Santa. So for now, I enjoy it while I can.
We continued on with our cozy little happy day all day. My mom came over for dinner, and I made a chicken pot pie for the first time. The recipe was for a “French inspired” version, and was sort of a semi-homemade variety. I felt like it was a good place for me to start, and it was freaking delicious. My tiny mom even ate two pieces! It was easy and the hardest part was waiting for it to rest ten minutes. Mine was not as artfully arranged or pretty, but dang it tasted good. I’ll nail the presentation next time maybe.
And after dinner – more lights! This time we drove though, my mom would have been an icicle if we had walked again. We saw some pretty cool displays – one was even in multiple yards and had music!
It was a really nice weekend, full of good food and holiday cheer.