Is everyone ‘over the hills and through the woods’ on their way to Grandma’s yet? At the moment, The Professor and I are in the air on our way to Arizona to visit family for the holidays; I’m rocking out to Michael McDonald bringing it home with ‘Children Go Where I Send Thee’ and there are two puppies under each of our seats traveling with their owners seated behind us. It’s a full plane with other grandparents, tired moms and dads, even more tired littles – but everyone traveling anticipates the arrival of Santa and of being with people they love for the holidays.
If you’ve never made marshmallows at home, you’re in for a treat! And the best part? You make them with five ingredients, they come together in less than 30 minutes and while you’re waiting for them to set up, you have plenty of time to work on other projects . . .
Musical pairing – The Sellout by Macy Gray
Have you heard about this new movie coming out, ‘The Greatest Movie Ever Sold‘? We came across it on Twitter, because POM Wonderful is a major sponsor and we follow their tweets. This satirical documentary about branding and advertising was ironically funded entirely by brands, advertising and their product placement in the movie. The movie had a limited opening last weekend and we haven’t seen it yet, but audiences loved it at the Sundance Film Festival – might be worth checking out. But hold that thought for a moment . . .
I’m not really sure where my mom got this recipe but I remember her making it every Christmas we lived in Walla Walla in the little house on Ankeny Street. I remember the tiny galley kitchen with the light blue painted cabinets, white electric stove and the shiny Waring dutch oven in which she made this fudge – I’m pretty sure she still has that dutch oven. I remember watching her stand at that stove – stirring, stirring, stirring the syrupy, amber-colored, walnut-studded candy. And every once in a while, she’d drip a tiny amount of the mixture into a bowl of cold water to see if it would roll into a ball – that meant the candy had reached the ‘soft ball’ stage and was ready for my dad to take over.