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Sharing Holiday Food and Recipes Brings Unexpected Joy

Here’s a heartwarmer for you, with a bit of background…

My husband and I were married in March 2014 by a lovely woman I’ll call “Lena” who runs a business for personalized wedding ceremonies. During the planning process, Lena and I bonded over a mutual knowledge of EHell, and her daughter was a devotee of your book and your website before her passing at a young age. We remained friends after the wedding, getting together for coffee or dinner.

In the time between our wedding and the holidays, Lena’s father passed away, leaving Lena as the eldest and executor, to clear out the house and handle the estate, as her mother had died some years before. Part of this also involved moving Lena’s brother, “Billy” into her home. Billy was born with certain mental disabilities; he’s a very sweet man and very polite, but cannot live on his own. Poor Lena had little help from her other two siblings, but did her best to accommodate Billy’s needs.

After Thanksgiving, but before Christmas, we once again had the opportunity to have dinner with Lena and Billy at Lena’s home. While we were at my parents’ home for Thanksgiving, my mother had given us several sticks of a nut roll pastry she called “kolachi,” which she makes every year for the holidays based on her Eastern European stepmother’s recipe. When attending the dinner, in addition to a bottle of wine for Lena, we brought some kolachi for them to enjoy. When we explained what the aluminum wrapped item was, Lena began to cry. It seems her mother, many years ago, made a nut roll pastry EXACTLY like this one, called “Kolach”. Unfortunately, since her death, no one could find the recipe. Lena and her siblings had not felt much like celebrating Christmas this year, due to the loss of their father, the reminders of both the loss of their mother and Lena’s daughter in prior years, and the stress of taking care of Billy. However, with our unexpected gift of Kolach, she called her sister the next day, and the two of them, with Billy, had a lovely Christmas morning of memories enjoying the pastry.

My mother has subsequently provided Lena with a copy of the recipe, and every time we see Lena and Billy (regardless of the time of year), my husband and I receive a hug from Billy coupled with a hopeful, “Did you bring more Kolach? Are you staying for Christmas?” It’s the unexpected ways we touch each others lives that really make the holidays special!   1008-15

Lovely.  It’s amazing how food plays such a crucial role in memories and relationships.  I really believe God orchestrates these little serendipity events because sometimes it’s the small things that can bring the biggest blessings.   I had a similar experience many years ago when, on a Usenet cooking group, a man asked if anyone had an old onion and sage stuffing recipe. His mother had died ten years earlier and taken the recipe in her head to the grave.  I had my mother’s recipe that I had fastidiously copied while she made it when I was 12 and emailed it to him.  He contacted me after Thanksgiving that year saying how he and his father had sat at the table with tears streaming down their faces tasting the exact same recipe they remembered but they had not had in over a decade.   Who would have guessed that sharing a recipe could bring such joy?

Anyone else have a story of sharing a recipe that brought joy to someone else?  Share that recipe here!

Jeanne’s Vintage Sage, Onion and Celery Stuffing Recipe

30-oz. or 16 cups unspiced bread crumbs
5 cups water with 1 cup butter-melt together
2 cups frozen chopped onions
5 stalks celery (2cups) chopped
6 bread slices ripped up
1 1/2 tsp. pepper
1 Tbsp + 1 1/2 tsp salt
1 tsp. poultry seasoning
1 1/2 tsp. Marjoram
1/2 tsp. Sage
1/2 tsp. thyme
3 eggs

Do not stuff turkey the night before, stuff the day you are cooking turkey. Any stuffing left over from stuffing the turkey can be placed in loaf pans and baked with turkey. Later in the week, this leftover stuffing can be sliced and reheated in turkey gravy.

Can also be cooked in a crockpot: Butter sides of crockpot and put stuffing in. Cover and cook for one hour on high (300 degrees). Reduce the heat to low (200 degrees) and slow-cook until heated through, 3 to 4 hours.

Holiday Guest Kindness

I would love to share my holiday story! Some years ago, my fiance (now husband) and I were both fresh out of college and newly employed at low-paying entry level jobs. We moved into our first apartment at the beginning of December. It was very sparsely furnished, almost entirely with hand me downs. The rent and security, as well as the few things we had to purchase (a cheap set of dishes, things like that) had pretty much wiped out our meager savings. The cupboards were stocked with canned soup and ramen, and whatever other cheap items we could pick up.

A couple of weeks later, just before Christmas, a childhood friend of my husband’s (we will call him ‘Mark’) called and said he was taking a ski trip to the area, and would we mind putting him up to save the expense of the hotel? We told him he was certainly very welcome, but hoped he would not expect much in the way of entertainment and meals. We didn’t even have a spare bed or real couch, but he was welcome to sleep on the loveseat. He said that was fine, and arrived a couple of days later. I felt terrible that I did not have the means to provide very good accommodations, but tried to be as gracious a hostess as possible. Mark stayed for three days. On the morning of the day he planned to depart for home, I was awoken by a bit of a commotion in the kitchen. I got up and went to see what was going on.

Very early that morning, while we slept, Mark had gone out to a 24 hour grocery store, and was now stuffing our cupboards, refrigerator, and freezer with food. Staples (like bread, milk, flour and sugar), meat, fresh fruits and vegetables. He certainly spent as much on food as we would have on a hotel! I was dumbfounded, and began to cry. He simply said, “Thanks for letting me crash, and Merry Christmas.”

This was the most amazing act of kindness I have ever experienced, and truly made it a wonderful and very merry Christmas. 1007-15

One Big, Happy, Squished Family Celebration

I was very young at this particular Christmas time, so my memory is hazy, but the memory of it has stayed with me all these years.

On one side of my family, the ages of my first cousins, siblings and myself spanned a couple of decades and more, so when I was a toddler, I attended my oldest first cousin’s wedding. He was finishing college and then graduate school, and he and his wife lived in the dorm complex in a very small apartment. I don’t know who first voiced the idea, or how so many normally practical people ended up agreeing to it, but the entire extended family was invited to spend the holiday with my cousin and his wife and baby son at the college a very few years after that wedding, and everyone accepted! As best I can remember, there were about 28 of us at the time including the host family. Normally, every Christmas was spent at my grandfather’s house at his insistence, and how he was convinced to do this, I’ll never know.

The entire family descended upon that tiny apartment, between the men’s and women’s dorms which were devoid of any other students because of the holiday. There wasn’t room for everyone to even sit in one room, so naturally, we were all spending the night—by invitation — since the accommodations were so grand!

I don’t remember how we handled eating, perhaps a lunch room, but I remember getting ready for bed in shifts, and going to talk to my mother before I was taken off to my sleeping spot. She was bundled into a bed with three other women, and all four were giggling almost to hysteria. My dad was sleeping in the lounge in the men’s room. He was lucky because he got a couch. The younger male cousins had to sleep on the floor on a pallet.

My slightly older sister, a female cousin of her age, my very youngest male cousin who is two years younger than I, and of course, me, were put on a pallet in some sort of gymnasium type room, which seemed enormous to me at the time, but was probably not large at all. I think some older cousins might have been across the room on the floor, but in my child’s memory of it, it was just the four of us. My little cousin, who was a real tough acting little boy with a notorious temper, cautiously reached over and put his hand in mind and whispered, “I’m kind of scared. Will you hold my hand? Just don’t tell anyone.” I squeezed his hand, assured him it was fine, and that it was our secret. I was about six, but his fear made me feel brave. We slept well.

The next day was a crazy day of opening a mountain of presents, visiting, and packing up to go. People had slept in rows on the living room floor, I discovered, in addition to the crowded bed and the other rooms that were used. It should have been a nightmare, or at least a fine submission as a Holiday Hell story, but it wasn’t.

Instead, it was fun. We enjoyed ourselves happily while we laughed and laughed, and we continued to laugh over that Christmas for years to come. No one ever complained; they always re-told the funny parts over and over. I never squealed on my little cousin, who is now a fine upstanding man and a loving grandfather to little ones as well. It was the Christmas celebration of a lifetime. We never wanted to do it again, but we wouldn’t have missed it for the world! 1006-15

Christmas Gift Mess-Ups

My immediate family and I are really into reading and have acquired many books over the years. We do not have a problem with giving or getting used books as long as they are in decent condition.

A few years ago in the month of August, I visited some friends and we went into the local Goodwill store. The minute I walked in the door, I saw something. Try to imagine when Clark Griswold found the perfect Christmas tree out in the woods, glowing. It was like that. The item was a book about John Deere tractors. Used, but in good condition. My Dad is a huge fan of John Deere tractors, along with other brands (the real ones and the toys), and agricultural history. I thought it would be a perfect Christmas present for him, and it was only 3 or 4 dollars! Since he had quite a collection of books in this subject area, I wasn’t sure if he had this particular book, but I was willing to take the gamble. I came home and showed the book to Mom, and she was sure that Dad did not have this book.

Fast forward to November, when Dad came home from the National Toy Show in Iowa. He had his new treasures scattered on the living room floor, like a kid at Christmas. Among all of the scale models of varying sizes, what should I find? That book! The condition of it was about the same. I ran to my room to double check, and sure enough, it was the exact same one. I was so disappointed! I went back out to the living room and Dad was showing us all of his new toys. When he came to the book, he was so giddy about “getting such a good deal on it for 10 dollars.” I let the cat out of the bag and told him that I got it for a better deal at 3 or 4 dollars. He was actually extremely impressed. He told me to go ahead and give it to him for Christmas and that he would sell the one he bought to his brother, who had also been interested in the book. So it all worked out in the end.

The funny part is that we have a repeat of this situation again this year. I had been eyeing up a certain cookbook and added it to my Christmas list. I had found it on Amazon for roughly 18 dollars. We receive a mail order catalog (we view this as our generation’s version of the Montgomery Ward) and this cookbook was 10 dollars.

I went into our local bookstore with a friend a few weeks ago and found this book on the bargain shelf for 4 dollars! Despite me telling my friend that he is not to allow me to buy anything, I bought one for me along with one for my Mom (she expressed interest in it when we were looking at the catalogue), and one for my sister. I figured since Christmas was still quite far off, Mom and Dad hadn’t placed their catalog order.

Later that night, my Mom was walking by and saw me removing this cookbook from my Christmas list. She asked why. I told her I bought it that day for a really good deal. She asked how good of a deal. I told her. She was impressed, but admitted that she ordered it from the catalog several weeks ago. She asked if I got any more since it was a really good deal. I admitted that yes, I got one for her and one for my sister, and had intended on using them as Christmas presents. My Mom said that it was absolutely fine to still wrap it up for her, even though she knows. Now she is debating if she should return the ones she purchased or keep them and give as wedding shower gifts.

Thank you for staying to the end; I know it got a little long. Thank you Jeanne and E-Hell readers for the wonderful site and always excellent advice. I hope all of you have a great holiday season with little craziness, although I do love reading the crazy stories.  1106-15

Gifts For Everyone! Maybe Not……

This is a question about Christmas presents for non-relatives.

Background: my brother is married to a woman named Susan. They have two daughters together. While my brother was serving in Iraq several years ago, Susan cheated on him with Dave. When my brother returned from Iraq, he separated from Susan but hasn’t divorced her due to finances. Susan is living with Dave, who has two children of his own, both older than my nieces. They’ve also had an additional child together. Dave’s older children are teenagers, one with a child of his own.

My brother lives out of state now, and rarely sees his girls. I also live out of state. I don’t even know the boyfriend’s children but I keep in touch with my nieces. The family does not live near my side of the family.

Because my family is so large, we rarely buy Christmas presents for our siblings or nieces and nephews. There are just too many people.

This year, my nieces and their younger sibling sent me a Valentines Day gift for being a great aunt. I was touched because I don’t see them much. For Christmas this year, I decided to send them small gifts. My brother’s daughters have lost both of their biological grandmothers in the past three years (that includes my mother.) They never see my brother. I feel bad for them and want to have a closer relationship.

I sent small gifts to my nieces and included something for their younger sister who thinks of me as an aunt.

I honestly didn’t think to send gifts to the older ones. The girl is a teenager and the boy is a grown man now with his own child. They came into the picture after my brother and Susan separated, and I never knew them. They also have their extended family living nearby.

I got a message from Susan saying the girls received and loved the gifts. Then she reminded me that there are two other “children” in the family that I did not give gifts to.

Help me out here, ehell. If I send anything next year, it will be a family gift card to redbox and some treats. But what do I do this year? Do I let it go? Pretend I didn’t see the message?    1224-13