One hour and counting down.
What a day this has been. I knew I was going to bake a chocolate cake- from scratch. Meaning not a box mix. This cake was made with flour and sugar and butter and flavoring and eggs. First I had to go down and borrow mom’s mixer, since I don’t have one myself. I never had a need for one. She did warn me it is heavy and she didn’t exaggerate. I did make it home without issue and got it inside and in place. She told me that if I let the eggs reach room temperature they would work better so out they came and waited on the counter. While I was waiting on that, I began preparing the dressing. I got the cornbread all crumbled and everything mixed together and in the baking dish. I then covered it with plastic wrap and put it in the fridge until tomorrow. I baked the cake and once the cake was out of the oven and cooling, I began making –mom’s secret icing. She just neglected to tell me to melt the butter. What I ended up with didn’t look quite right. I scraped it out into a bowl and tried again. After melting the butter and mixing everything that was much better. I then had to put more eggs out to reach room temperature for the banana pudding.
My son was in from work, but he had watched me all stressed and though he tried to calm me down, he then went into hiding. He told me he knew I could do it, everything would be fine, I’d figure it out. But I….was stressed. I hate making anything for the first time to begin with. Knowing that my first time attempt was going to be tested on family, made it worse.
I moved step by step with the pudding. My son did wander in, watched me for a moment then slipped back through the house. I finally had the pudding in the bowl, then I had to prepare the meringue. The first attempt just didn’t work. I dumped it and then tried again. The second attempt went exactly as it should. I got it made and in the bowl. The oven was ready and waiting and I placed the bowl inside and set the timer. Five minutes later, the bowl was out and it really looked good. I do hope it tastes as good as it looks.
I was so wrapped up in trying to prepare the cake and pudding that time slipped away from me. I was supposed to go to my sister in laws, but didn’t realize that it was only for a couple hours. My sister in law called and asked why we didn’t show. I hope it didn’t sound as odd to her as it did me admitting I was struggling with making a cake and pudding. If all goes well we’ll meet up later in the week.
A busy, busy day. I’m tired, physically and mentally, but I feel accomplished. I even cleaned up behind myself as I went. Good thing, I’ll be starting all over again in the morning.
My son at one point came in and told me that since I had been cooking all day, pizza was fine. He even put it in the oven and set the timer.
Tomorrow, when we get up, there will only be one gift under the tree and that is what I got my son. We won’t be hurrying into the room, searching for brightly wrapped gifts with our name. So different from past years when it would be filled to overflowing. Gifts stretching across the room. But we are adults and we do understand it isn’t what is under the tree that is important. My son gives me gifts all through the year. He does repair work, he chases dogs, he helped me replace fencing, he goes to Jeep events even when he’s tired. He goes so that I will go. Then he also drags me, sort of, to races. I really don’t need any other gifts than what he gives me daily.
Soon, the hour will click over and Christmas Day will be here. May your day be an amazing day that is filled with love, laughter and adventure. That no matter how much may be on the table, we realize it is the people around the table that is more important.They, are the real gifts. There are those who can’t be there, no longer with us, gone on to eternity. There are those working jobs that keep them away. The military, the first responder, the medical personnel. May we remember them, respecting and thanking them. For now though, I wish you my friends.. Merry Christmas to all… and to all a goodnight.