You look outside. Ah, it is snowing! But look closer. Those are not snowflakes falling from the
sky! What is it snowing at your house?
Powder sugar falls from the heights, onto the
dark brow disks of gingerbread cookies. Red
sprinkles fall onto the golden round disks of sugar cookies. The smells of
vanilla, cloves, ginger, and nutmeg float throughout the house on the waves of
Christmas music playing on the record player.
Family members wander though the kitchen, plucking up a cookie, hoping
not to get caught. The baker sees, but pretends she doesn’t. A smile spreads
across her face.
Or
Flour falls down onto the cloth wrapper board as
I roll out another round of lefse. The
smell of cooking potatoes and flour on the griddle floats throughout the house
on waves of Christmas music playing on the record player. A knife slathers butter on a warm slice of
the Norwegian food group with sugar falling from the sky. The flatbread melts
in my mouth as I test if the item is fit for human consumption. Umm, how I love the Christmas season.
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