Posts tagged Holidays

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We indulged in the traditional French Christmas grub – both savory and sweet – and I shared a bit of my American traditions by making my step dad’s all-star deliciously epic breakfast strata, which I must say was quite impressive (recipe for a breakfast strata à la française coming soon).

I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas filled with warmth, loved ones and some champagne.

De-quelle-planete-es-tu-Christmas-Eve-01I love Christmas. Everything about it. It is an excuse to dive into commercialism, eat tons of yummy foods, feast upon dishes that take hours to prepare, and in general to be around family and watch Christmas movies that bring tears to your eyes. Being away from a Colorado Christmas and waking up to a fresh coat of snow and my mom’s epic stockings stuffed with magical surprises isn’t exactly easy to beat. The nostalgia kicks in when the Christmas music plays, and I frantically try to impress my in-laws by making my step-dad’s infamous breakfast strata.

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On Christmas I tend to think about the past Christmases, and daydream about the future Christmases. Like how next year we will be back in Colorado and a my little baby nephew will have been born and will be crawling around all over the place and playing in the snow. I’ll get to cuddle with my mom on the couch while eating Ben & Jerry’s and watching The Family Stone, like every year. It makes me teary eyed just thinking about it. I guess that’s what’s so great about Christmas, is you never just think about the present one.

We are at the most beautiful house in the world this Christmas, feasting and enjoying each other’s company. We are staying warm and dry from the cold rainy weather on the other side of the walls, and are treating ourselves to excessive amounts of chocolate, spooning all on one bed to watch movies together and listening to the Michael Bublé Christmas album. My father in law is spoiling us with his many cakes and desserts that are just as beautiful as they are delicious. We ran into the town center of Montargis to get some last minute gifts at the Praslines de Mazet shop, a specialty of the town (and they just opened a second boutique in Paris!), oysters from the street market, and fresh baguettes for the upcoming feasts.

This Christmas is perfect. Every Christmas is perfect, and I am so lucky to get to be a part of such a fantastic family. The only thing missing is the snow.

Wishing you a very Merry Christmas.

Making the most of limited footage. I totally thought I took more video than I actually did. This video showcases what I did take, with one of my favorite songs.

p.s. Due to the lack of footage… and most of it being of delicious Colorado craft beers…. my apologies for making it seem like all I did was taste beer when I was home for the holidays. Which is not entirely false, but still.

p.p.s. Missing you so much, all of my Denverites.

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My mother loves ornaments. She loves tradition. Every year we know we will each get a glass ornament that fits our person ever so perfectly, and every year our tree grows more full, trimmed and filled with  many memories. It’s so comforting  to come back over the years and look at an ornament and know exactly to whom it was given and what makes it the ornament of that person. She’s got a way of understanding and observing people. A way of inserting a puzzle piece into the puzzle of their being like the perfect gift. She just gets it. And it has shaped who I am today. My love for the little things and obsession for observing is without a doubt from this woman, and I wouldn’t have it any other day.

I’m so grateful to appreciate and care about tradition. Knowing that every year at this one time it will be the same…no matter what… Something about it is ironically refreshing and moving. What do you have without tradition?

So many moments. So many feelings. One time of year. It’s the holiday season, and it’s deep and filled with so much emotion, even unexpectedly!

Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night.

I think about Halloween as a kid in Colorado, and how I would plan my costume over the summer. My mom would make the most fabulous costumes… it was the staple of autumn. Running through the cornmazes, wandering streets with layers underneath our costumes, warming up Tootsie Rolls in my hands because the Colorado snow had frozen them in my pillowcase and I wanted oh so badly to gobble one up, drinking hot cider as the snow sometimes fell lightly against the moonlit sky… these memories are all so vibrant in my head.

Our house would be decked out head to toe with pumpkin lights on strings and fake spider webs and stashes of candy on the top shelf of the pantry. Paper plates always in orange and black and matching pumpkin napkins. It almost seems like it was another life.

Here in France, Halloween is not exactly the same Hallmark traditional holiday, but it is so refreshing every year to get a little care package from my maman to bring back all of the autumn and spooky memories.

She has the best taste in little trinkets and gifts. Nothing like a pinch of American Halloween in my little Parisian apartment. Let’s just say Louis loves candy corn now. There’s no such thing as a Halloween without candy corn, right? I hope your Halloween is filled with spooks and treats.

Don’t forget to watch Hocus Pocus.