I am a celebrations person.
There is no denying it and the older I get, the more I want to embrace celebrating everything.
Birthdays, anniversaries, milestones, Friday night, Hump Day, going on holidays, coming home from holidays, the start of a new season, the end of a season, new friends, old friends, a new season of my favourite TV show, public holidays, a new house, the end of a job, graduations….I could go on. Do you get the picture?
A few months back, I decided to light a candelabra and put it in the middle of the dinner table, that had been set with my favourite grey and white striped place mats.
“What are we celebrating?” my middle son said as he came to sit down.
“The fact that it’s Thursday and we are all home for dinner at the same time.” I said.
This past year we have celebrated many special birthdays of family and friends. 40, 50 and 70th’s and some milestone anniversaries. They have all looked different, but one constant has been the presence of champagne and tears at them all.
Champagne and Tears.
The good and the bad, the bitter and the sweet.
When I talk about celebrating, I am not Pollyanna, declaring everything is happy, perfect and sparkly, clinking glasses with a big fake smile.
Celebrating to me, is often the defiant stance of remembering, pausing and giving thanks for something or someone inspite of our circumstances, the difficulty or cost.
This brings me to December and I am declaring this the month of Celebration.
I am challenging myself to keep my celebrating spirit alive, despite my weariness and a to-do-list that feels unattainable and sends me into a mild panic from time to time.
As surely as the sun rises each morning, Christmas comes to us in December each year. Not to overwhelm us and send us into a state of chaos and exhaustion, but indeed to remind us to pause and remember and give thanks.
For every event and get together that keeps the calendar full, I celebrate the gift of relationships and the family and friends who do life with us.
For every gift purchased, wrapped and given, we get to say thank you to a teacher, coach, neighbour, minister or friend who has enriched our lives this year.
And for me, surpassing all of those wonderful things, I get to crank the music loud and with arms raised high sing
JOY TO THE WORLD, The Lord Has Come!
There is no greater reason to celebrate in all the world, than the fact that Jesus came. For me. And for you.
So to kick off a month of Celebrating, today I share with you a very simple recipe that says ‘Christmas’ in our house.
On a night close to Christmas Day, we bundle the boys in the car in their PJ’s after dinner. With a tin of rocky road on my lap, Christmas carols playing and my husband at the wheel, we drive our surrounding suburbs with the windows down in search of the best Christmas lights. The boys look forward to this night so much, I am not sure if it’s the thrill of being out in their PJ’s at night or the rocky road that they love the most.
Each week till Christmas I will share my favourite celebrating recipes. Simple ideas perfect for giving away as gifts or sharing with family and friends at this time of year. Most of them will be yummy, fun and not overly healthy. But then that’s what celebrations are for right?
- 200 grams dark eating chocolate, chopped
- 200 grams milk eating chocolate, chopped
- 2 x 180 gram packets pink and white marshmellows, chopped in half
- 2 x 180 gram packets red raspberry lollies
- 1/2 cup desiccated coconut
- 150 grams real turkish delight, chopped
- 90 grams pistachio nuts, shelled
- Mix all ingredients except chocolate, in a large bowl.
- Place both chocolates in a heat proof bowl and melt for 1 minute on HIGH in the microwave.
- Remove, stir and keep heating in 30 second increments on HALF power, stirring in between, until melted.
- Pour melted chocolate over ingredients and mix thoroughly.
- Press into a lined square or rectangular tin.
- Refrigerate until set.
- Cut into small pieces and store in the fridge in an airtight container.
- Use your favourite eating chocolate to make a yummy Rocky Road, this is no place for 'cooking chocolate'.