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Welcome to November 2 Today’s prompt is: Why you love, or dislike, the holiday season.
So that you don’t feel so alone in your embarrassment, here’s a little about why I both dislike and love the holiday season:
For me, it’s a little of both. Halloween used to be my favorite holiday. Once, I dressed as Princes Leia to pick up husband #3 at the airport. He couldn’t understand why some strange woman in a mask kept moving in front of him.
When he ordered, “Move!”
I said, “Don’t talk to your wife like that.”
He burst out laughing.
However, I liked vampire costumes the best.
I began to dislike the holidays when ads for Christmas started around Halloween. People forget that you’re supposed to have fun on Halloween, give thanks for all you have at Thanksgiving, and celebrate the…
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“With the touch of your hand, you start a fire burning…”
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Coffee spiced with fresh shavings of nutmeg warms my hands while I settle into the cool fabric of the porch reading chair. It’s not porch weather, but tolerable with a sweatshirt. After tossing tantrums of snow squalls for nearly a week, the cool lake air cracks open the cloud cover and presses in like icy tendrils.
Regardless, there’s something irresistible about a porch.
On sweltering days we clink ice cubes in a glass of lemonade. When it’s cold, we still seek the porch with a hot beverage. We aren’t here to resolve any particular issues. Typically meetings are held in windowless rooms, not on open-air porches. Some porches are screened and others paned in glass.
Despite the chill, the south-facing windows capture enough sunlight to set the seasonal room aglow. Bright and warped from old-time glass techniques, the windows overlook the lower neighborhood of six houses and a hockey-field visible…
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Crepe is a French word for a pancake, and since I was a kid, the meaning of pancakes here in Croatia was a thin one with strawberry jam or Nutella spread. Later by watching TV shows and movies the thick American pancake was introduced to me, but I always loved those thin ones a bit more.
So I’ll be talking about crepes in this recipe and an interesting fact is that the first ones made were made from buckwheat, while the white flour crepes were prepared later in history due to high price of white flour compared to buckwheat. Even though it’s not February 2nd or Jour des crêpes – famous French holiday when you eat crepes, I prepare them every now and then, and it wasn’t long since I posted the delicious Mille crepe blueberry cake recipe (you can check it out below).
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