Christmastime. It’s a time for tradition, and making memories. Memories are especially important when you’re celebrating far away from your family. In the last week, I’ve been feeling a bit nostalgic.
PC kindly stood by this sweet supermarket display for me. Every year, Santa stuffed my stocking with a special glass bottle “santa” coke. I remember trying to wait and save that coke for a day when I could REALLY savor it. I was a little disappointed this cardboard coke truck was only offering cans and plastic bottles. lame.
However, I did add these little stinkers to the Weihnachtsbaum. Cut from my mother’s 2013 wrapping paper, I wanted to add a little Bay doxie flair. I mean, it’s no Tami Bay tree, but it gives just that hint of family Christmas that I miss.
We recently discovered an amazing Italian market near our place. We had heard tales of it, but for some stupid reason we kept forgetting to check it out. A new Italian wife has joined the BR volleys family, and it was fun strolling through with her as she advised which wines were worth our money, and how to spot proper Italian cheeses. I also noticed that they carried a relatively obscure Italian liqueur called, Strega.
I remember this odd herbal concoction, because it sat in my Grandma Ginna’s liquor cabinet alongside limoncello. She was fiercely proud of her Italian heritage (her mom immigrated from Italy, dad was born in the US but was full blooded Italian) and always had a few Italian specialities around the place. At Christmastime, she would always try to make Pannetone happen with the family…despite our obvious ambivalence/dislike of the cake. She’s gone now, but these little memories make me smile.
So, I was especially tickled when the aforementioned, Italian wife, Serena, sent me a special chocolate truffle flavored with Strega liqueur. Waaaaayyyyy more delicious than drinking that ghastly beverage.
Now in non-Christmas news…
I went with Jana to a small screening of the lesser known Billy Wilder film, “One, Two, Three”. Set in a divided Berlin, Wilder ruthlessly and hilariously satirizes Americans, Germans and Russkis.
And, man, the jokes really stand up. The hilarious 1961 film has aged marvelously. Jana and I were laughing the entire time. It’s a madcap, fast-paced Cold War adventure. Chuck it on the Netflix queue.
In volleyball land, PC and the BR Volleys have been rolling along. They handed a 3-0 whoopin’ to Polish team, Asseco Resovia Rzeszów, in Champions League last week. Unfortunately, they got caught in some bad weather on their trip home, and had to hop in some rental cards for a very long drive.