Memorial Day, the Fourth of July, Labor Day, and random days in October when you’re just so thrilled the weather is still warm – it’s time for backyard cookouts.
What does 2015 mean to you? When you look back on this year, what will you think of?
The Walking Dead, maybe? The year you went vegan?
Maybe you had a major life event, or you took up knitting, or you now regularly use a cool new word or phrase, like headdesking.
Here’s nine things that mean 2015 to me.
Once upon a time, I was a Santa’s helper at the mall.
Although initially slightly depressed I was taking a retail, seasonal job post-college it actually was a very rewarding experience I continued for a few years.
I gained customer service experience (applicable to so many work and life situations); I honed my skills for dealing with children; and I was able to master keeping calm under hectic, crazy conditions, like when there’s a 30 foot long line, and you have not one or two, but three or four or five crazy, crying children in front of you, and you have to get a decent picture with all of them looking and smiling at the same time.
Most of all, I learned how to step outside of my comfort zone, being so out there in the open. In Santa Land, there is no hiding behind a bookshelf or a clothing rack like at other stores in the mall. There is no ducking into your safe cubicle like in an office job. You are out there, front and center, for all to see.
The first year I started working at Santa Land was also the first year I started dating my now husband. We took a picture with Santa, thinking it was cute, and why not, since I worked there. And it’s just sort of continued every year since.
Do we people think we are nuts? Probably. Is anyone enjoying this other than our moms? Maybe not.
But here we are, in the open, stepping out of the comfort zone, out there for all to see, year after merry year.
This past Christmas I tried something new – I gave the female members of my family canned preserved lemons.
My husband thought I was nuts, for not the first or last time.
“I was really concerned when you told me you were giving people lemons,” were his exact words.
Happy New Year!
I’m opting out of my usual “Food History” post this week.
Instead, we’re going to have a little Erin history.
I’d like to share some personal thoughts in lieu of the New Year. I’m reflecting upon the most exciting one of my life so far, 2014 – and the years leading up to it. And, what my New Years resolution will be for 2015.
So, what can I say. . .
Confession: This was a difficult Difference Between – I couldn’t find a lot of information on purple hull peas. Although, what I did find was quite favorable.
In the interest of today being New Years Eve – I do love seasonal posts! – I did want to write about black-eyed peas, a Southern staple and longtime good luck New Years food.
So, here’s what I found with the difference between black-eyed peas and purple hull peas.
Not much is known about the history of candy canes – at least, not much that is backed up by reliable historical records. But we’ll go over what we do know.
We’re not just going to look into where Christmas cookies come from.
We’re also looking at the specific traditions of leaving cookies for Santa, and cookie swapping.