Greetings from Canada.
As we enter another kitchen...
Mom's.
My mother can drive me nuts, but at the end of the day I'm crazy about her - and she is such a HUGE inspiration for me. When she does something - she goes all the way and has taught me the same. In almost everything: school, art, music, dance, sport, work, everything - with of course the exception of the kitchen ; )
Perfect homemade meatballs.
Perfect homemade cookies.
Perfect homemade cookies stored in old fashioned Christmas cookie containers.
Perfect little deer decorations lit up in the backyard (grazing in the snow).
In case we forgot that Christmas is about the birth of baby Jesus - Mom has no less than five nativity scenes strategically placed throughout the house. I bring you - what everyone always wants to see.. the baby!
Jesus glued to the nativity scene and being watched over by two cows.
Jesus handed down from Nana. RIP Nana.
Jesus bought from an expensive store. Can't say where, Dad will get upset when he finds out he cost $200.
Mexican baby Jesus. I got him and his family from Guadalajara.
Who could this little glass baby be? JESUS.
and for the finale..... tonight Mom asked me to set the oven timer for 15 minutes... A short while later she asks - "Caterina, why has this only gone down a few seconds?? Oh, it's because you set it to
15 hours!!!"
Merry Christmas : ) !
Hugs from Canada - one of the best places in the world to spend Christmas - and then leave before the six months of ice and snow drive you mad.
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