I don’t make New Year’s resolutions for a lot of reasons. The biggest is that I don’t keep them, so why make them. Not that I object to having goals and dreams, but that success builds on success.
I’m much happier with big dreams and small achievable goals than with the notion of creating a resolution for change at a time of year when I’m already reeling. I find it difficult to start something new at the same time that I’m trying to re-coop – (physically and financially) from the holiday hoopla.
This particular year, this particular “cultural transition” from 2016 to 2017 has been filled with a lot of public angst. The notion that 2016 was “so bad” that 2017 “has to be better”. I’ve always been reluctant to tempt fate that way.
There’s a lot of fear going into 2017. I’ve written about a shift in tone in human interactions. I’ve talked about the disenfranchised who feel particularly targeted and threatened by the new political climate. I’ve got personal fears as well, with aging parents and tightening purse strings. My “safety nets” are not what they used to be.
Sometimes I think I talk because I need to hear what I am saying. I talk (and write) a lot about practicing gratitude to fight depression. Fortunately I got to spend New Years Eve with some lovely people who chose to apply that practice.
It was an event designed to set the tone for 2017. The dinner guests were chosen specifically to suit our host’s preferences. No one was there “just because”. The decor was elegant, the food abundant, exotic, and heart warmingly delicious, and the atmosphere both festive and a little nostalgic. There was warmth and laughter and acceptance and I was grateful to be included.
When the champagne was poured we went around the table and each had to talk about something wonderful that happened for them in 2016. There were several people who had milestone moments that they could point to. A few of the guests spoke of unexpected opportunities that had become available to them. Clearly, Facebook memes aside, not everyone had a horrible year.
I didn’t have a “horrible” year either, but I did have a really difficult time finding something to be grateful for. Then I stopped going over the events of the year that I recalled (most of which were attached in some way to a funeral) and looked at the room.
I got to have a night out. I got to have a few days without Orion in tow. I got to have a beautiful fancy dinner that I didn’t have to pay for. I got to have an opportunity to dig up the dress-up clothes. I got to reconnect with a friend (our host) and acknowledge that connection with hope to deepen our relationship in the future. I got to have fun. I got to be in the room.
Then I looked back at the year at all the other friends I’ve connected with. I looked at the new friendships I’ve worked at strengthening. I looked at all the “rooms” where I’ve had the privilege of being included. There have been a lot. Even those funerals provided opportunities for me to reconnect.
This is what I’m grateful for and what I hope to find more of in 2017. Connection.
Happy New Year!
My family finally got together for the holiday! (And incidentally I got to meet the new baby!)
As promised there was a new challenge this year. SUGAR. This wasn’t as easy as it sounds and the competition was fierce. My youngest sister and her family opted out. They celebrated with my folks over the Solstice. (I was not available.) Andrea (the middle sister) and Butch hosted and friends of theirs stopped by. We’ve known them for at least 25 years, they’re family! In spite of every Besnett debating in their head if their dish would stretch there was plenty to go around.
Because of timing, scheduling, and all the comings and goings courses were not served individually this year. Instead the feast was piled up for everyone to take some and find a seat. So I’ll have to give you the plate by plate low down the way I saw it.
That soup in the corner was Darcy’s offering. She’s the new Mom, the mother of the 1 yr. old and the mother of Adian who is maybe in 2nd grade? Anyway, she’s got a lot on her plate and still managed to produce a very tasty offering in spite of all the obstacles in her path. Admittedly I was one of them.
The soup is a curry with sweet potatoes and peas. Darcy figured she’d just grab some curry powder out of the cupboard at Andrea’s. That’s when I got in her way. Most commercial curry blends have cinnamon in them, and I’m deathly allergic. Sorry Darcy. In my defense I did mix her up a curry blend that I could eat. I tried to make it better and many of us agreed it was a very tasty soup, but Darcy wasn’t happy with her offering and that’s probably mostly my fault.
Alyx, my niece, is prepping her dish with her new niece tucked into her hoodie pockets. She also did a sweet potato dish, but the main ingredient (all that green stuff) is minced brussel sprouts. This is why the competition is so close. Everyone manages to find a way to challenge their own abilities and up their game. A lot of people who don’t usually like brussel sprouts thought it was great. Alyx told me she got nervous and may have added a little too much pepper. For a novice cook it was a great effort. Unfortunately the judges ruled it didn’t place.
Mom and Dad went all out with that duck. It was beautifully cooked, nicely carved and pretty tasty. The dipping sauce was genius. It had a crushed raspberry base. Between the honey in the marinate and the sugar in the dipping sauce it was a great presentation of sugar without being crazy sweet.
Karina and I thought they should have at least placed but the judges didn’t. I suspect the judges like the notion of Mom and Dad continuing to take the main dish next year. I know I do!
That’s Andrea, our hostess, with her carrots. She did a flambé with brandy. She got the judges involved, but most of the group missed that part of the presentation. Her modest entry involved a lot of time and effort and she could have raked in cheers if she’d made it a production. They were perfectly cooked carrots, beautifully plated. Her son Zac (last year’s winner and the other judge) knew one of the extra guests wouldn’t touch carrots. The fact that he not only ate them, but liked them gave Andrea extra bonus points. When they announced her second place the judges said that was the reason.
Karina has been swamped. As a professional baker she’s working extra with catering orders this time of year. Adding to her stress was her assistant quitting right before Christmas production started. Bless her boss for gifting her the perfect solution to our secret ingredient.
The beans are steamed, the nuts are sugared but it’s the sauce on the wings that had the judges attention. Made with pure sugar cane syrup – thank you Alex!
I know this post is getting long, but hey it was a BIG MEAL. We still have to have dessert. I coerced Dylan (Karina’s boyfriend) into being on my team rather than hers. I needed the help! He doesn’t have a lot of cooking experience, but he stepped up with flying colors. With dessert we knew we had to take sugar seriously so we spent a day in my kitchen experimenting with pulled sugar.
In planning for dessert I knew by the time we got here everyone would be too stuffed to want anything too heavy. I had the perfect solution. We made both peppermint and cayenne pepper sticks. I made handcrafted marshmallows. At Andrea’s we made hot cocoa with organic sugar and high-end cocoa powder and to seal the deal spiked it with Bailey’s Irish Cream.
The peppermint and cayenne sticks stuck in the cocoa were perfect. The great part was that dessert was adjustable to taste. Everyone had control of the spices. They could have alcohol or not. I even offered good coffee as an alternative to the cocoa. We got RAVES. Of course Dylan and I thought we should have won. We placed third.
The victor for the day, and judge (along with Butch our host) for next year is our baker: Karina. I’m happy for her. She can use the break over the holidays given her busy work schedule. It also means next year the judging will be at a whole new level. Those two can really talk about food! Watch out family – I’m playing to win!