You know what the best part about Christmas is? It’s your family coming together. If only temporarily, having everyone under one roof again is the most uplifting and happy feeling (unless you have one of those families where you act normal for all of 5 minutes and then its mass chaos). Ahem…mine would be the mass chaos version. My brother came home from his out of state college to spend Christmas break at home. And well…needless to say he wasn’t home 5 minutes before we got into some shenanigans.
So let me start by saying, there is nothing quite like a warm, homemade pie with a gooey filling and a flaky crust on a brisk, November day. And today just happens to be the perfect day for prep work. I’ve got lunch on the stove. The stove has made it warm and toasty in the kitchen so we have the window above the sink open. We can hear the rustle of the leaves we have yet to rake as they blow in the wind. And of course we have good ‘ole George on the radio.
All winter it has yet to snow. And now we are covered in a thick, powdery blanket of it. But does that mean nursing school has been cancelled? Certainly not. We’re like the postal service’s creed: Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these nurses from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. We will trek through blizzard conditions. We will slide across translucent ice. We will freeze our woman parts off as the bitter cold air cuts through our scrubs. And all in the name of patient care.
I need a time machine. I need a time machine to take me back to the first of December. I need a time machine to go back and give myself a swift kick in the rear. Here we are on the verge of the most chaotic and hectic day of the year and my only preparations consist of buying wrapping paper and staring longingly at the heap of gifts that desperately need it.
Since we are speaking officially here…I can tell you that December officially makes this Chicken and Dumpling season! No no…I know you all thought it meant holiday season was upon us. My apologies, but you have been misinformed. It is officially the season for chicken and dumplings! Nothing like an icy, winter night and a piping hot bowl of a southern classic
It is official! Yesterday I bought a yoga DVD and on Tuesday I made sweet potato fries. Yup…I repeat…it is official. My name is Lauren and I am a health junkie. I know I know. I’m breaking all kinds of rules here! I mean, surely it states somewhere in the Southern belle bylaws that we like our food battered, dipped, and deep fried! But here is my rationalization…you ready? I have hips. Full blown hips. I am a curvy gal. Now I know what you’re doing. Right now you are looking at my profile picture and thinking “this girl really is crazy.” I pinky promise I’m not. But back to the point.
So here is the deal: My friend, Matt, and his wife have one ridiculously awesome garden. They can things all summer long. I unfortunately am the proud owner of a garden where plants go to die. So one day Matt offers up an ungodly amount of homegrown tomatoes fresh off the vine and just for me! So in keeping with tradition, I offered him and his wife some homemade bread (because that seems like one of my better talents). His response?? Well it may not be appropriate for the blog, but just know that him and his wife were terribly excited!