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Traditional Festive Foods: A Personal Memoir
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10362 |
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Life
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12 / 1986 |
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Elaine Brooks
Elaine Brooks is a Boston-based writer and publicist with a
background in theater and communications. She has worked as
an actress, producer, lecturer, instructor, and tutor, and has
taught makeup application, skin care, and fashion styling, as
well as speech, at a nationally known modelling school. |
Some of the most personal and emotional memories center on food--especially at holiday times. There must be some special significance that ties this season of celebration, this bright and fragrant time, so closely to favorite foods and well-remembered repasts--visions of sugarplums dancing through our lives.
The best Christmas Eve of my life was a miracle because of a molded ice-cream-and-sherbet Santa Claus. I was about three years old. It was a quiet, modest Christmas Eve--with just my mother and me--but it had the glow of magic.
My mother was divorced from my father; she worked hard and managed carefully, and there weren't many presents under the tree. But with peace and warmth, her love, and attention, she had prepared the most wonderful Christmas Eve a child could have. She dressed me in my cozy Dr. Dentons--the flannel pajamas with feet--and sat me in front of the fireplace in my grandmother's living room with the polished floors and carved mahogany upright piano. She served Christmas Eve dinner to me--just for herself and me--and no child ever felt more special. As I ate, she told me how Santa Claus would visit children's houses during the night, and I felt so happy in the light of the Christmas tree and the comfort of her love.
Then she served dessert. A perfect miniature Santa Claus stood before me on the plate. He had a red suit and hat trimmed in white fur; his jolly red face wore a white beard. His red suit and hat were raspberry sherbet (or strawberry--it doesn't matter). The white fur and beard were vanilla ice cream, and the sherbet suit covered a plump little ice-cream body. He was a delicious work of art that my mother
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