The holiday traditions create a time warp for me. The sights, sounds, and tastes put me into a multi-plane frame of mind where the past blends with the present.
Sliced walnut potica takes me to my great grandparents' tiny house in Globeville, filled with family, kids running everywhere. And great grandpa Padboy toasting his slice of potica, slathering the butter on it, and laying a healthy slice of home baked ham on top. The flavor is alive in my memory just thinking about it. The feeling of the house filled with family is there with it.
That's what traditions do. They connect us in time. They create a path between yesterday and today. Memories as present.
What are your holiday food memories? Do you have a potica tradition? Share it here.
Sliced walnut potica takes me to my great grandparents' tiny house in Globeville, filled with family, kids running everywhere. And great grandpa Padboy toasting his slice of potica, slathering the butter on it, and laying a healthy slice of home baked ham on top. The flavor is alive in my memory just thinking about it. The feeling of the house filled with family is there with it.
That's what traditions do. They connect us in time. They create a path between yesterday and today. Memories as present.
What are your holiday food memories? Do you have a potica tradition? Share it here.