Baking Done

IMG_5546After two days of marathon baking, my work is done.  I’ve listened to countless Christmas songs, worked my way through several bags of flour and sugar, and filled many plates and cookie racks.  As is always the case, some of the efforts worked out better than others, but I’ve tried some new recipes and I’ve been happy with the results.  Whether the recipients of my baking agree has yet to be determined, of course

This year I’m sending my cookies off to a few more people.  They’ll be heading to Mom, Richard, and Russell, to Savannah, Akron, Detroit, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Marysville, and the house next door.

Now that the baking is done and the tins and boxes have been filled, it’s time to sit back, eat a light dinner, and drink some red wine.  After a long day, the wine tastes awfully good.

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Static Electricity In The Age Of Tinsel

When we were kids, the family Christmas tree always featured fat electric lights, traditional bulbs, and tinsel.  For those too young to remember it, tinsel was long, shiny, quasi-metallic strips that you hung from tree branches.

Tinsel also had the added benefit of being a great way for a brother to torment his sisters.

The most important feature of tinsel was its extraordinary reaction to static electricity.  In fact, I would wager that most boys growing up during the ’60s learned about the properties of static electricity from two objects — tinsel and balloons.

Tinsel was always the last thing to go on the tree, after the electric lights had been strung and the bulbs placed to cover the inevitable gaps on the tree itself.  Mom would open the pack of new tinsel and solemnly remind us to place the tinsel one strip at a time, rather than hurling unsightly gobs of tinsel on the tree limbs.  The preferred single strand hanging approach approximated icicles and turned your tree into an object of glittering beauty.

The single strand placement approach was incredibly boring, however.  My sisters would dutifully follow instructions, but it didn’t take long before I was placing the single strands on the back of my sisters’ sweaters, or on their hair, or shuffling my feet on the carpet and waving my hand past the tinsel to watch it move in response to the static electricity charge.  After that, it was just a matter of time before I was giving UJ and my sisters static electricity shocks and all semblance of an orderly tree decoration process was lost.

Maybe there’s a reason people don’t seem to use tinsel like they used to.