That time of the year again! Christmas is looming and am busy baking my cookies just like Mama did. It’s a tradition here in my house my girls nieces and friends all look forward to receiving their little bags of nostalgia.
Christmas always takes me back to my Madeira to our homestead Mama baking all the goodies for Christmas, measuring the ingredients into a big bowl no electric mixers like I use. She did it all by hand the scent of baking permeats through the house and on can smell it for miles, because every house in the neighbourhood was doing the same preparing for their Christmas too.
Now it’s my turn and it gives lots of pleasure to keep the tradition going. I know that my girls and their cousins love Vavo’s (((Nana’s))) cookies and it gives me great pleasure to send them my little token of nostalgia of a time that I hold with great fondness in my heart.
So now my house smells just like my childhood home did. Now that I have started my baking my kitchen smells heavenly the scent of spices so heady it’s intoxicating and that’s how I remember Christmas. December is a month of nostalgia for me.