When I was little, my mother was Martha Stewart before one existed. She was Betty Crocker, Emily Post, Jackie Kennedy and Cher all rolled into one. She made Betty Draper look like a hillbilly. She had Williams-Sonoma kitchen gadgets while most people were mastering the can opener. She knew what a chinois was for. At Christmas she brought out her Christmas linen and a special “cookie tree” – a multi-tiered tree-shaped-platter-thingy meant to hold cookies. She would buy glass cookie jars and fill them with a dozen different homemade varieties. And she did it all with style, grace, and a lot of bitching.
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It’s the holiday season, and with that comes holiday food. Some of the childhood memories most precious to me involve holiday food, in particular the dishes my Momma slaved away to create for us each year. One of those, oddly enough, is the humble cheese ball. And of course, Christmas cookies.
Momma worked 3 jobs at Christmas just so she could buy us extra presents to put under the tree. She had her regular job with Henrico County in Richmond – the Bulky Waste Department. That used to crack me up, my mother worked for the bulky waste department, snicker snicker. Then just after Thanksgiving she would go work second shift at Ukrop’s grocery in their bakery, icing cakes and making doughnuts I supposed. I was never sure exactly what she did only that she came home very late, looking tired.