Showing posts with label gingerbread house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gingerbread house. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

.... Who's Been Nibbling at my House?

A mini-sized one

For as long as I can remember, we have had gingerbread houses (Lebkuchenhaus) at Christmas time. Mom made them every year, only at Christmas, and they were a beautiful sight to behold. I know how Hansel and Gretel must have felt finding the Gingerbread House in the woods! Oh, how the aroma must have beckoned to them.


Each year just after Thanksgiving, Mom would begin her holiday baking. That always comprised of dozens of beautiful cookies that she would wrap to have on hand whenever guests would drop by during the Christmas season. But the one thing that I always looked forward to was the Gingerbread House. The smell of it baking and then the delicious aroma the decorated gingerbread house itself continued to generate for the next several weeks was intoxicating. The candies and handmade small cookies that decorated the house were so beautiful and delicate.


In those early years, we didn't help her decorate. She did it by herself, usually while we were at school, and then it was a gift to the family.  We would come home and ohhh and ahhh as we checked out all the little details that she'd incorporated.

A larger sized house not done being decorated


When I was a young adult, but before I had children, I continued the Gingerbread House making activity for my home.  Each year I would make them and have one for my home and then give others away to friends for Christmas gifts.

I still enjoyed everything about it, the baking, the decorating, the smell, and the nibbling at it several weeks later. I usually would just set it outside after Epiphany (January 6th) and let the birds, squirrels, bunnies, etc come and nibble away. I would pull the chocolates off it first and then place it where my golden retriever wouldn't find it.  (smiles)




Years later when I had children, the Gingerbread House tradition continued. We decorated them as a family. I also baked and assembled them for each of their classmates and they would decorate them during school and then take home to their families.  Each year I made at least 60 little houses--my home smelled glorious with all those baking!
Houses of all sizes beginning to be assembled.



Some years I even had Gingerbread House decorating parties with friends and extended family.  I'd bake and assembly one for everyone, but the decorating would be done by them.  Then I'd give out prizes of hand made ornaments to the winners.  Categories would be silly and usually invented so that everyone would leave with a prize ornament to hang on the tree as a memento of the celebration.

"This is the house that Jack   Mom Built"
She modeled it after Time Life's.



This year is no different from all the rest.  The gingerbread (Lebkuchen) baking has begun and the tradition is continuing!







I encourage you to give it a try.  You may even start a new tradition in your home.






** Please don't confuse the real thing to the prepackaged stuff they sell in the stores.  There is NO comparison.

Yup!  Gingerbread marks the season in my house.





As this season of Advent begins and you rush to the hustle and bustle of all that is demanded of you, I hope you can find a quiet moment or two to remember the true meaning of Christmas.


Love was born at Christmas.  Peace and Blessings to you so that you may have love and understanding of others.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

May the Circle be Unbroken

Doesn't really pertain to the Blog,
but thought it would bring a smile to your face.
An exciting norm of our society, for women at least (although some include men), is our ceremonial ritual of a bridal shower. As adults, we’ve realized that the young couple will be heading out on their own, and consequently without the resources of their parents’ garages, cupboards, and attics we host a “shower” to bestow upon them gifts we know they’ll need!  With so many of the young people that we know getting married, an interesting dinner conversation occurred in our house a year or so ago, but has stuck with me.



Quilt and Afghan
Things you need for your home!

My oldest daughter, who was getting ready to leave to serve out of state in an AmeriCorps position, asked why don’t we have “showers” to celebrate young people just heading out on their own. Her points were valid as she brought up the fact she was going to need most things that a young married couple would need.  She’d need the tool kit to fix items in her home, lawn mower to take care of her yard, dishes to eat on, pots and appliances to cook with, towels for the bathroom, lamps for the living room, bed to sleep on, dresser for her clothing, etc., etc.,


Rite of Passage to receive your set of tools!



The conversation then transitioned to how differently the paths are today from previous generations.  A generation or so ago, couples married right out of high school; they went from parents’ homes to their home. Then it seemed the norm was to complete college and then be wed, with the couples still not actually “on their own”.  Going from dorm living/dining hall living to your own home still wasn’t really experiencing self-reliance.



Present day couples seem to come together with two apartments worth of “stuff” that they must now find a way to mesh together.  Suddenly there may be 2 toasters---whose is better? Now as we buy wedding gifts, we are beyond the need to furnish them with the basics, they have that. 

So, back to the dinner conversation……….
Extra quilts and blankets for the bed

We debated what few items someone would actually “have to have”.  I KNOW this is will be different for different people; however, these are the TWO items that my daughter had to have: 

1) DeWALT battery screwdriver/drill   

 2) Family recipes! Doesn’t quite seem to be what   the average 25 year old would ask for, does it?  
       J 
(Although, I use my DeWalt almost every day, so I understood her feeling that she couldn’t possibly live without one.)



Gentle breezes (and gale force gusts) help
create the beautiful sounds from the wind chimes

Knowing that we could easily provide both of those items (and we even threw in a beautiful sounding set of wind chimes that she could hang near her window to remind her of the sounds coming from the porch at her home many states away), my youngest daughter and I started putting together a cookbook of favorite recipes. We did it in “scrapbook” style with family photos included to bring back memories whenever she cooked. 







A recipe that my mother had written
 to put in my book over 30 years ago!


We hand wrote each recipe card and included heartwarming family trivia on every one of them. We covered breakfasts, casseroles, dinners, desserts, breads, hors d’oeuvres, punches, salads, holiday recipes, soups….you name it, it was there.  

What was even more special about this task was that many of the recipes that we were copying to put in her book, were from recipes that MY MOTHER made to put into MY book back in 1980! This gift to my daughter was just another way of keeping the generations connected.




Large Gingerbread House that I made 



As a family tradition, each year at Christmas I bake MANY gingerbread houses.  We assembly them all and then decorate to give as gifts to friends.  Of course we keep one or two for our house, too!  











Her Grandfather and Great-Grandfather
decorating mini gingerbread houses that
I'd made for a family Christmas party 20 years ago.





On the page where I included the gingerbread recipe, I also included a picture or two of friends and family decorating all those houses through the years.








I baked mini gingerbread houses for both daughters'
classrooms each year and the students decorated them.






Needless to say, she loves her DeWalt; however, even though she has a camera, smart cards, and flashdrives full of photos, she says she loves to get out the cookbook, hold it, and think of home.






I hope this prompts thoughts of ways that you can help make the young people you have in your life adjust a little easier to life on their own, while still keeping the connection there for generations to come.