traditions for my family are pretty much the same as others: hiding the
Christmas pickle in the tree, smashing a peppermint pig for luck and losing at least one child at the National Tree in DC.
My mother had a different tradition - trying to kill us. Not in a
violent, I-hate-you kind of way, more of a
kind of way. Every year, she'd dig into the back of Safeway's freezer
and find a lone box of Flaming Ice Cream Snow Balls to give her five
children on Christmas Eve. We loathed them. But it's your mother so you
nut up and bite into the freezerburn and waxy buildup after the candle
has dripped into the shredded coconut. Oh yeah. You want one, don't you. Since
my mother is 3000 miles away, I'm making a fresh modified version of
these for my five children tonight in her honor. Meh. Nostalgia is a
powerful thing. ;) Recipe: http://bit.ly/Yabf9H Merry Christmas!