Two more sleeps 'til Christmas


Menu Choices
Well, I'm ditching the Kahlua Mousse idea for dessert. It's delicious, but too much work. I'm going with simple and easy.

While leafing through my old binder of recipes, I came across a dessert from one of my aunts that I haven't used in years. It's refreshing and light-tasting -- good following a heavy meal -- and very easy to make:

Fruit-in-Snow

2 envelopes unflavoured gelatin
1/2 cup cold water
2 cups milk, scalded
1/2 cup sugar
2 cups light cream
1 T Almond extract (vanilla, if you don't like almond)
4 cups diced, prepared mixed fruits (or canned, well-drained)

Soften gelatin in cold water. Add hot milk and sugar. Stir until gelatin and sugar are completely dissolved. Add cream and flavouring. Pour into pan to depth of about 3/4". Refrigerate until set. Cut into 3/4 inch cubes. Gently mix with fruit.

Add a few maraschino cherries and it looks quite festive.

As for the sweet potatoes versus yams decision, I've decided to go with a Sweet Potato Casserole with chopped walnuts and crushed pineapple.


Anticipation

. . . is always such a big part of Christmas. This can be both good and bad. I used to get quite frantic over the preparations, making list after list of things to do, what to buy, and worry that I'd forget something. I enjoyed myself, but in a high octane, adrenaline-fueled rush sort of way. It was always a relief when everything was done, the guests gone and I could put up my feet. Over the years, I've mellowed out quite a bit. I still make lists and do the same things, but I'm much more relaxed and able to enjoy each moment with a bit more clarity.

I'm looking forward to picking up my son at the airport tonight. He's promised lots of pictures and stories, so I anticipate a late, late night.

If I don't get back here to post before Christmas, here's wishing everyone a wonderful, happy and safe holiday season.


MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Comments

Anonymous said…
The recipe sounds wonderful, don't think I've ever tried anything like it. Hope the holidays go well and that you have a great time
December 23, 2007 8:29 pm
Anonymous said…
That does sound good. Best of luck with the goldfish. Holidays become more complicated when our children get older and have their own families. I've been thinking lately about how ours has changed and will evolve as we go.

Merry Christmas to you and your family!
December 24, 2007 10:26 am
Anonymous said…
Sounds good to me! I'll be over! LOL I'm not cooking -- I'm volunteering at my parish's annual dinner for the needy. We really make it nice for these people. Turkey and all the trimmings and we actually serve them rather than having them wait in a line. I've invited a few friends who, like me have no one close by, to come by. I'm just keeping it simple with easy stuff like meat, cheese and crackers and shrimp and my infamous eggnog. It will be fun!

Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year!!!!!!!
December 24, 2007 5:44 pm
Anonymous said…
Fruit-in-snow sounds delicious. Thanks for the recipe.
December 28, 2007 1:42 pm
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