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Christmas Memories, Cookies, Candies, and Desserts.
CookingWithCarlo.com ^ | Nov. 26 2005 | Carlo3b, Dad, Chef, Author

Posted on 11/26/2005 7:32:00 AM PST by carlo3b

 

Christmas Memories, Cookies, Candies, and Desserts

For me, it was the official start of the Christmas season, seeing the matriarchs gather in coffee klatches and recipes exchanges. As a little tike, anything that signaled the approach of Christmas was enough to cause excitement around our home. Watching my great-grandmother summon the elderly women of our family and neighborhood, was a sure sign that big things were heating up in our little kitchen. These beautiful women were dignified and almost aristocratic in their black mourning dresses, with clouded stockings, and clumpy shoes. I can still recall the gentle scent of lavender and rose perfumes as they shuffled to their places around our modest kitchen table. Those mixtures of colognes and coffee were far from the only wonderful smells that began to fill our home and hearts at this glorious time of the year. Fabulous homemade Italian pastries were a right of passage for these gatherings. Baking for the clan was a near sacred honor that my great-grandmother cherished..

We were a typical nuclear family for those times. A working man, my great-uncle, a stay at home wife, my-great aunt, my retired great-grandmother, and great-grandfather, and of course yours truly. Our familial arrangement was not unique, most households had extended family members, and everyone had a place on the clan hierarchy. Women generally ruled the roost, and menfolk earned the bacon. Grandmothers, at least in my family, routinely prepared the meals. Wives raised the offspring and kept the house, meaning the housework and shopping, and those lucky enough to have grandpas, had the benefit of wisdom and history that could only come from invaluable, accumulated life experiences, and vivid recollections..

Our homes were mostly small walk-up apartments, located in the bowels of the inner city of Chicago. They were called, "cold water flats", meaning each apartment had to make their own hot water with a silver colored water heater tanks, located in a convenient corner of the kitchen. If you wanted hot water you had to turn it on and cautiously feel the sides of the tank to see how close it was becoming hot. It was surely crude, but efficient enough to accomplish the job so nobody complained.  However, you had to be mindful, not to forget to turn the tank off when the task was complete, the explosive consequences were all too frightening and frequent..

If you were lucky, as we were, you had heat furnished by a landlord in the form of cast iron coiled radiators. The heat was generated by coal fired furnaces, located in dark damp cellars. These subterranean dungeons were also called "the basement", which also housed whatever passed for a clothes washers in those days. I mostly remember those radiators, because they clanged from expanding heat filled pipes on cold winter mornings as we waited for the heat to raise to a reasonable warmth to venture out from under our heavy blankets. The radiators were sparsely placed, usually in the busiest areas of the home. We often warmed and dried clothes on this solitary heat source on frigid winter mornings. More than once I left my chilled trousers on too long, and burned myself on an overheated zipper. Chicago winters were especially cold, and flimsy windows were typically drafty. What was a blessing in the stifling summer heat, a window or skylight, was truly a detriment on cold winter nights.

A single low wattage light bulb hung conspicuously over the center of the white porcelain topped kitchen table. The light cord had a protruding plug for connecting a clothes iron. The light had an on-off string which dangled down low enough so the shortest member of the family could reach it. Every home had an icebox, with a small refrigerated compartment, and a square slot that held a cube of solid ice. The ice block needed to be replenished at least once a week by a gentleman who was aptly named, "the iceman". He carried the heavy block of ice 3 flights of stairs from his waterlogged horse drawn wagon. The gas cooking stove was a 4 burner antique, with an unregulated double oven that could only be lit with a stick match. The kitchen sink was one compartment with a long drain board. It had a single cold water faucet and a sturdy garden hose that connected it to the hot water tank. All of this was crude and simple by today's standards, but it was all that was needed to prepare at least two meals a day, a hardy breakfast, and a scrumptious 4 course, made-from-scratch dinner.

The homemade meals, complete with fresh bread were prepared with meticulous care each and every day, rain or shine. Needless to say, from this dim, sparsely equipped kitchen that made cooking and baking for our large family gatherings all that more remarkable. I learned to cook standing on a kitchen chair at that humble stove, under the watchful eye of my loving great-grandmother. She stood under 5 feet, but she was a giant to all that knew her. I think of her every day when I shamefully complain as the time comes to prepare my family meals at my fully equipped gourmet kitchen..

Our bathroom was small and simple. It had a top tank, gravity flushing toilet that sported a pull chain with a ivory handle. The lavatory was a tiny cold water basin that had circular chips from some unknown historic calamity, and a claw footed bathtub that was enormous, with a rubber plug on a chain.. The hot water had to be bucketed in from the kitchen sink, which was unfortunately located at the far end of the adjoining room. The bucket brigade took 2 people, 3 loads each. There was a small gas heater that furnished plenty of heat on the floor, but the small whitewashed window above the tub had a constant whistling from frigid air that seemed to be unobstructed and unending. It made standing for towel drying an olympic speed event..

The apartment had 2 small bedrooms, each only large enough to hold a double bed, and squatty art deco styled dresser. Each dresser was equipped with a mirror and on it's polished top lay assorted decorative perfume bottles and each had a matching sterling silver brush set, which was dutifully arranged at all times. The front room of the home was in reality, our living room, although we hardly ever lived there. The long narrow room held a large sofa, which doubled as my bed, a matching side chair, a huge floor model radio, and a mufti-bulb lamp with a oversized shade with dangling decorative fringe. An imposing chandelier hung prominently in the center of the vaulted ceiling. The floors were all buffed wood, and covered with assorted throw rugs that forever gathered under foot traffic. Our kitchen floor was covered with a patterned linoleum that had long ago began to show a well worn path. The bathroom was a beautifully tiled mosaic, in alternating black and white octagon shapes. At strategic locations were yellowed photographs of unknown origins in various shaped ornate frames, and on every flat surface aside from the kitchen were dozens of tiny knickknacks, and candles..

We lived in 4 simple rooms, but I never thought of it in those terms. In my mind it was a mansion, filled with love and devotion to one another. We were near penniless but rich with respectability and honor. We had all that we needed and enough left over to share with others. Everyone I knew loved me, and I loved and respected each of them. The family expected the best from me and I did my best to fulfill my duty to my good name, in their well deserved honor..

Just recalling these golden, olden days is a treasure in itself, because it brings me back to an era that laid the foundation of my life and that of my own family. It reminds me of the importance we placed and the respect we had for the generational roots and traditions that were instilled at an early age.  Those roots were planted deep and would ultimately shape my character. Cooking and baking wasn't just food in our home, it was our women's only gift to give. These recipe choosing assemblages were not called just to pick the heirloom cookies that were going to dominate their lives for the month leading up to Christmas. This was a time-honored task and was the solemn obligation our women placed in making their modest but treasured gifts so very special. Those dear aged women demonstrated their devotion to the family not by buying our presents, but by caring for us, the giving of themselves with their own loving hands..

The men of our family proudly gave up their youth, much too early in life and they did it voluntarily. They fought for their country on distant battlefields they couldn't even pronounce. They risked their lives to insure a freedom for a future they couldn't be sure they would live to enjoy. When they returned, they worked tirelessly to support a fine family of their own. These hardy men gave us an honorable name and a high bar in which to strive. They each raised respectable children that proved what they were made of.  Our forefathers scratched an indelible place in our history and in our hearts. They earned our love, our gratitude, and our everlasting respect..

The stalwarts of our family, our beautiful women, have given us our sense of worth, our humanity, the true meaning of love for family. Their selfless sacrifice, placed a high value on sharing, fairness, and a soft simple abiding love. Their talent was devotion, their legacy was in the future of the family traditions passed on in perpetuity.. It is in their name I pass many of my family recipes on to you, for you to share with your family, and hopefully with others far and wide.. Enjoy.. Carlo

MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND GOD BLESS YOU,
GOD BLESS AMERICA.



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To: Chickensoup
Thank you for the nice Christmas gift of memory.

You are welcome.. here, start a new memory.. This recipe can do it.. :)

CHRISTMAS APRICOT NOUGATS

Easy as 1- 2- 3.. :)

1) Melt butter in orange juice and stir in sugar.
2) Add apricots and mix well.
3) Form into balls and roll in nuts.
Makes 100 small balls.

161 posted on 11/27/2005 3:39:15 PM PST by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com,)
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To: andysandmikesmom
I cannot imagine who told you that story ... and embellished it...stories do grow in the telling...

BLUSH.. Ok, ok.. so I made it up.. but, if you know Chicago as well as I do.. it really could have happened.. :)))

162 posted on 11/27/2005 3:44:28 PM PST by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com,)
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To: carlo3b

You are one sneaky devil...but you are right, it could very well have happened as you describe in the Chicago of that time...I remember Chicago, only as it was before 1978...gads, thats how long I have been gone...I miss Chicago the most around Christmastime...I miss the Christmas windows at Marshall Fields, and Cozy Cloud Cottage, where Aunt Holly and Uncle Mistletoe escorted each child right to Santas lap...Marshall Fields at Christmas time was the place to be...

And I miss going to the Museum of Science and Industry, at Christmas time, and seeing all the huge Christmas trees decorated by the different ethnic clubs that are in abundance in Chicago...and also seeing all the different mangers and creches...visiting the Museum of Science and Industry, during the Christmas season, was always a beloved, required trip...


163 posted on 11/27/2005 3:51:33 PM PST by andysandmikesmom
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To: carlo3b
I've blabbered on for long enough.. You should have more than enough recipes to last for a couple of days, until I can sit and post some more..
Tomorrow, I have to undergo another bit of surgery, hopefully not as bad as with the last bout of cancer, but surgery just the same..

I could use some real super duper prayers, on a few knees if you can spare them.. Thank you all soooooo much.. Keep the thread going, I will be reading your great stories when I can sit up, which should be right away..  I LOVE YA .. I REALLY DO!!!

164 posted on 11/27/2005 3:59:28 PM PST by carlo3b (http://www.CookingWithCarlo.com,)
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To: carlo3b

That looks so good.


165 posted on 11/27/2005 4:04:53 PM PST by Cindy
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To: carlo3b

Well, let's pray right now Carlo.
And I'll keep praying for you.

Dear Jesus,

Thank You for Carlo.
Thank You for sharing Carlo with us.

Dear Lord, watch over Carlo as he goes
through surgery. Please guide the doctors,
nurses and caregivers as they tend to Carlo.

Please comfort Carlo and his family while
Carlo undergoes and recovers from surgery.

This is our humble request.

Thank You God.
In Jesus' name.
Amen.


166 posted on 11/27/2005 4:09:35 PM PST by Cindy
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To: carlo3b; All

Every year I make this recipe for Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's.
It's easy, It's quick. It freezes well. I usually triple this basic recipe.

OUR TRADITIONAL MIX

16 ozs of semi-sweet chocolate chips
16 ozs of Spanish peanuts
16 ozs of Chinese noodles (dry)

Directions:

Soften chocolate chips in microwave (about 15 seconds, more or less).
Mix in peanuts.
Blend in noodles.

You're done.
I put my mix into containers and freeze until ready to use.


167 posted on 11/27/2005 4:23:47 PM PST by Cindy
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To: carlo3b; Brad's Gramma; glock rocks; All
Words fail me Carlo ever though you hinted about this in the Thanksgiving Thread.

May our Lord put his arms around you and give your Doctors the wisdom to heal you.

My wife will light a candle for you Wednesday evening. Please have someone post updates on this thread.
168 posted on 11/27/2005 4:31:28 PM PST by tubebender (Why is it we never have time to visit family when they are alive but can always make their funerals)
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To: Jim Robinson

Ping to this post from Carlo...


169 posted on 11/27/2005 4:33:28 PM PST by tubebender (Why is it we never have time to visit family when they are alive but can always make their funerals)
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To: carlo3b

As threatened - er, promised earlier:

Buttermilk Pie
(Yield - 3 Pies)
2 1/2 cups sugar mixed in:
9 tbsp flour
5 eggs beaten
1/2 gallon buttermilk (not as easy to find in California as it used to be in Houston!)
Juice of 2 lemons
Grated rind of ONE lemon
Pinch of salt
1 stick melted margarine or butter

Before placing pies in oven, sprinkle generously with nutmeg

Bake in unbaked pie shell at 350 degrees. (Recipe has no specific time, but until it sets up like cheesecake and perhaps extremely slightly brown on edge.)


170 posted on 11/27/2005 4:35:51 PM PST by Moonmad27
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To: carlo3b

Add me buster.....


171 posted on 11/27/2005 4:39:23 PM PST by TASMANIANRED ("You cannot kill hope with bombs and bullets." Sgt Clay.)
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To: carlo3b

Sending prayers, ,that your surgery will go well, and that you will be with us again, very soon...


172 posted on 11/27/2005 4:55:48 PM PST by andysandmikesmom
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To: carlo3b
So happy to see the Christmas with Carlo thread up! You are putting such great recipes on here, things with a twist, like Eggnog Fudge! Wowee! Thanks, you are the best!!!
173 posted on 11/27/2005 5:02:39 PM PST by ladyinred (RIP dear Texas Cowboy, you will be missed.)
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To: carlo3b

BUMP to keep this thread going till he gets back from surgery tomorrow. Prayers for a complete successful surgery


174 posted on 11/27/2005 5:08:27 PM PST by SweetCaroline (What shall it profit a person if they gain a million dollars, but looses their soul?)
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To: carlo3b; Texas Termite; manna; Okies love Dubya 2; Fawnn; Harmless Teddy Bear; Kathy in Alaska; ...

Pinging Logan's Prayer list, PLUS a few more to Carlo's #164.

Carlo, we're praying for you....big time. You just get well, and we'll keep cooking.

Love in Him,
BG


175 posted on 11/27/2005 5:25:56 PM PST by Bradís Gramma (A-Lert! A-Lert! Leapfrog serves LOUSY beer!)
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To: tubebender

Thanks for the ping, tubebender...


176 posted on 11/27/2005 5:28:51 PM PST by Bradís Gramma (A-Lert! A-Lert! Leapfrog serves LOUSY beer!)
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To: carlo3b; Brad's Gramma

Prayers on the way, carlo, for everything to go as planned.


177 posted on 11/27/2005 5:29:51 PM PST by Kathy in Alaska (~ www.ProudPatriots.org ~ Operation Season's Greeting~)
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To: carlo3b; Brad's Gramma

Prayers up!


178 posted on 11/27/2005 5:30:21 PM PST by SwinneySwitch (Prayer-beyond your expectations!)
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To: carlo3b

Prayers going up for you, Carlo!


179 posted on 11/27/2005 5:32:36 PM PST by TejasRose
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To: carlo3b; Brad's Gramma

We are Praying for You and Your Family, Carlo.

Hang in there buddy.

Thanks BG


180 posted on 11/27/2005 5:36:04 PM PST by ChefKeith ( If Diplomacy worked, then we would be sitting here talking...)
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