A couple of years ago Starbucks started serving Cranberry Bliss bars – basically a blondie with cranberries, ginger, and orange that is topped with a thin frosting, sprinkled with more dried cranberries and then drizzled with white chocolate. It was an instant hit – right a long with their pumpkin latte.
These are great to have as a snack in the afternoon. Pour a cup of hot coffee and watch the snow fall as you contemplate the amazing combination of white chocolate and cranberry once again. They are beautiful on a cookie plate or a dessert buffer.
What is it about memories that are so different than the reality? I can remember walking home from school in December in Pennsylvania with the wind whipping at my plaid skirt and the frozen weeds smacking against my legs above my boots and knee socks. Snow was falling softly and it the day was just on it’s way to dusk – or maybe it was cloudy. My legs burned with the cold and every time one of those weeds slapped my skin there was a sharp burning pain. I was too cold to run and my legs were frozen anyway.
I burst into the foyer of our house and immediately felt better. The house was warm and Mom was baking acorn squash with butter and brown sugar. You could smell it throughout the house. She would cut them in half, seed them, and the put them on a baking sheet. She’d brush the flesh with butter, add a tablespoon of brown sugar, and then add a bit more butter. The squash would come out tender with a puddle of buttery melted brown sugar in the cavity. Some of the flesh would have crisped up a bit. I’d take that squash and mix the flesh into the butter mixture right in the shell. The flavor was nutty and sweet and it was just home.
The thing is I know for a fact that my legs really hurt but still, the memory is a pleasant one. The snow was crunchy under my red boots and I could smell the smoke from the chimneys in the houses I passed. If I had to do the same exact thing tomorrow I know it wouldn’t be pleasant!
Time and memory do that for us – put a rosy light on things that weren’t so great. Thank God they do or many of us couldn’t handle the pain.