Ebonypearl

January 25, 2009

Why I Celebrate St. Paddy’s Day

Filed under: 2007,Holidays — ebonypearl @ 1:26 am
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St. Patrick’s Day isn’t really celebrated in Ireland. It’s just another Saint’s Day. There’s no Wearing o’ the Green, no “Kiss Me, I’m Irish”, no green beer or green eggs, except in those places that cater to Americans.

St. Patrick’s Day is an intrinsically American holiday. It’s a day the Irish, the most oppressed people in all of America, stood up and said, “We’re Irish, we’re proud, and we’re not hiding!” They organized a parade, held on March 17, 1762 in New York City by the Irish who wanted to bond together and maintain their Irishness far from home. They played music and created Irish Aid Societies – which stood them in good stead when the Potato Famine hit Ireland and sent many Irish to America looking for survival. They were discriminated against, unable to find even the most menial jobs, portrayed as violent, drunken monkeys in the press of the day. There were signs that proclaimed “No Irish Need Apply”. 80% of the infants born to the Irish during the times when the Irish were the lowest of the low in America died because of their impoverished conditions, being forced to live in basements and shanties (shantytowns) in crowded conditions where disease spread. Chicagoans complained that if you scratched a convict or a pauper, chances were, he was Irish. They advocated shipping all the Irish back to Ireland, saying this would reduce the crime in America. The African-Americans, free or slave, hated the Irish even more than the average American, and called them “white niggers”.

Oddly enough, in spite of this intense hatred and discrimination against them, the dreadful conditions in which they were forced to live because they couldn’t get decent jobs, they still fiercely loved America. The Irish responded by working harder, banding together to help one another, and set out to prove the Irish could do and be anything Americans could – and do it better. The Irish were used for the work no one else would do, building bridges, canals, and railroads. Some people say an Irishman died for every railroad tie laid down.

They never gave up their love of Ireland, either, and celebrated their Irishness with parades, rubbing it into the faces of all other Americans that they were here, and here to stay. They were maudlin for Ireland, but so protective of their adopted homeland that they took those scut jobs and did them well. They maintained their dignity, and employers slowly came to realize how well off they were with Irish employees – they were industrious, cheerful, willing, honest, and were strictly moral.

It was these traits of willingness, honesty, and morality as well as their pride in their ancestry that eventually won the rest of America over. They formed the Molly Macquires to fight brutal mine owners and win better conditions for the miners. They fought in the Civil War, forming the Irish Brigade. When the anti-Irish Orangemen copied the Irish parades with derogatory songs about the Irish and Catholics, and riots broke out, it was the Irish police who protected the Orangemen and Orangewomen. One newspaper was moved to comment that the Irish had become more American than Americans.

The Irish fought all of America and won.

By their firm conviction that they were worthy beings, were Americans, by their diligence and persistence, the Irish proved they were an asset to America. They were so conviced of their worthiness, they convinced even people with nary a drop of Irish blood in them to celebrate being Irish for a day.

You’ve got to admire that sort of spunk.

From being the most despised and oppressed people on American soil, they’ve become so celebrated people wish they were Irish. Other minority groups could stand to emulate the example of the Irish in America.

In America, St. Patrick’s Day is a day to celebrate the overcoming of awesomely overwhelming odds. It’s a tribute to pride, and survival, and stubbornness and worthiness. It’s visible proof that any group of people, if they hold fast to their convictions, can integrate into American societym benefit from their merge, and still retain what makes them wonderful and unique people. It is a celebration of what America is all about.

And that’s why I celebrate St. Patrick’s Day.

Even though I have nary a dram of Irish blood in me, being Kiowa Apache and German.

January 17, 2009

King Cakes

Filed under: 2007,Food,Holidays — ebonypearl @ 6:07 pm

I am baking king cakes for tomorrow’s Mardi Gras.

I love Mardi Gras. I love the idea of Mardi Gras.

It is a season of mirth and joy. People gather together to entertain one another with masks and trinkets and music and short skits. There’s special, traditional food. It all culminates in a no-holds-barred feast with extravagances in color, costume, food, and community.

It’s followed by days of contemplation and quiet, a gestating time, a waiting time, an observing time – as the rest of the world sprouts frantically into spring. How appropriate that we take this time to pause to see life renew itself all around us.

Mardi Gras, for me, is the first day of spring. The dandelions pop yellowly open. The wild violets send up blossom shoots. The plantains and other lawn “weeds” unfurl their leaves. The rose bushes cloak themselves in buds. The squirrels make a massive appearance, daring the cars and the migrating geese. The road repair crews begin to make real road repairs and not the stop-gap repairs of winter. Hot tar reeks the air as roofs are repaired. Building cranes swing back into use.

All of this begins at the end of Carnival, when Mardi Gras bursts across the cities in a riot of color and delicious excess.

We have no Mardi Gras parades in Oklahoma, no wild excess. Oklahoma is a very staid state. Any celebrations we have are subdued. Even Halloween generates only the expected costumes in public, and celebration is discouraged all across non-retail businesses. Office workers are expected to treat the day like any other day in the year. There’s a small amount of defiance in the candy dishes and the colors office workers choose to wear.

Mardi Gras is the same way in Oklahoma – frowned upon as “too wild”. Rebellion appears in a string of beads, in the candy dishes, in the King Cakes brought to work to share among co-workers.

It doesn’t matter if Mardi Gras is the glorious excess of New Orleans or Brazil or the sneakiness of Oklahoma – it still calls to people to celebrate. And celebrate we do.

I do my part by baking King Cakes to share. Richly filled and decorated King Cakes. This year, I fill some with traditional pralines and others with a yoghurt-based cream cheese and honey and apples, spiced with cardamoms and white pepper, and still others with dense dark chocolate, toasted almonds, and the delicate aroma of roses and orange.

I love Mardi Gras.

New Year

Filed under: 2007,Holidays — ebonypearl @ 6:03 pm

The Chinese are celebrating their New Year today. We Numenists of Blue Moon Keep celebrated ours earlier this month, with Lupercalia.

Not all Numenists celebrate the same holy days we do in Blue Moon Keep. The only 2 holy days that are celebrated by every Numenist I know of are Cookie Day and Founders Day. All the rest of the holy days are either personal or within a House.

Blue Moon Keep celebrates lots of holy days because we use them to keep the purpose of Numenism in the forefront of our thoughts and actions: Celebration, Community, Connection.

We decided to put our New Year at Lupercalia because the year is still harsh and uncertain, but the promise of spring is there. Dandelions are blooming in my front yard, the lavender has set bud, and the wild violets are sending up their blossom stems. The daffodils and irises are sending up shoots, too. And this in spite of an incredibly harsh winter for this part of the country. We still have small hills of ice piled on street corners and in parking lots from the snow and ice storms we’ve had – and this with several days of temperatures above 60ºF.

Having our New Year when things are still cold, still icy, still threatening yet one more fall of snow or ice is actually the perfect time to celebrate, for us. Spiritually, this is a good time to reflect on the past year, and prepare for the coming year, to lay plans, to gather for food and spiritual connection, and to change our mental state from the huddling indoors of winter to the yearning openness of springtime.

With the flowers opening up and shoots sprouting and the fiddleheads almost ripe for gathering, there is no better time to think of new beginnings.

I want to raid the garden stores and see what’s out. I’m ready to set out new garden plots and repair the garden furniture.

And next weekend is the Friends of the Library Book Sale, a sure sign around here that spring is coming.

So, Happy New Year, y’all, regardless of when or why you celebrate it.

Up Helly Aa

Filed under: 2007,Holidays — ebonypearl @ 5:05 pm

1-30-07

Today is Up Helly Aa, a Viking celebration traditionally held in Shetland.

This year, they have some amazing costumes.

So, happy Up Helly Aa to those of Nordic/Viking/Shetland ancestry.

Krewe do Zieux

Filed under: 2007,Holidays — ebonypearl @ 4:54 pm

Kicking around things we could do as part of WoodSpirits, we came up with the idea of starting our very own Mardi Gras Krewe. It’s a bit late to actually do this for real this year, but it’s a possibility for next year.

So, introducing Krewe do Zuiex – For all pet animals, from the exotic to the quixotic: ferrets, rats, hamsters, guinea pigs, dogs, birds, cats, even fish are welcome to parade with us! All pets must be accompanied by a human escort, and all participants must be in costume whether they march on foot or pose on a float. All participants must have a parade tag to be able to march in the parade. All pets are welcome – regardless of their past. That’s why each animal must be accompanied by a human escort.

All floats must be powered by human muscle alone, motorized enhancements. Floats can be very very small – a child’s little red wagon, a wheelbarrow, a wheeled pet carrier, and as large as can be pulled or pushed by human muscle alone and still fit in a single lane of a city street and make the corners.

Because we liked the idea of a Krewe donating part of the proceeds to a charity, and because we are all intimiately familiar with Itzl as a service dog, we want the charity funds (assuming we have any) to go to programs which help people get service animals – not just dogs. There are service cats, ferrets, macaws, monkeys, ponies, and others. All service animals deserve support, and people who need service animals really need them.

So, we’re looking around for a variety of service animal organizations to whom we may donate when we reach the stage of having funds to donate.

That made it easy to decide which animals would be able to join the Royal Court. Service animals, of course! Any and all service animals are welcome to join Krewe do Zieux with their human partners and parade in it as part of the Royal Court. The King and Queen of the Krewe do Zieux would be chosen from among the Royal Court.

We’d have a Pawty in the Park with food, music, the Royal Pavilion for the Royal Court, booths with information on service animals, more booths with pet supplies and such, and booths with information on caring for pets.

And we think even pet fish and small rodents and tiny lizards have a right to march in this parade and be a part of this Krewe. Recognizing that small critters are best displayed in public in cages or aquariums, we would relax the one human escort/one animal rule and permit more than one small creature in the container. Aquariums might be an interesting part of the parade, don’t you think?

There’s still a lot of detail to work out, and my long, long ago association with the Krewe of Bacchus (the year Bob Hope was King of the Krewe of Bacchus, that’s how long ago) leaves me with only vague memories of the structure of operating a Krewe year round.

We named it “Krewe” because that’s the traditional spelling in New Orleans for such an organization, “do” because we’re doing it, and “zieux” because that’s a American faux-Frenchified way of saying it’s all about the critters.

More on WoodSpirits

Filed under: 2007,Food,Geekery,Holidays,politics,Survival,Uncategorized — ebonypearl @ 3:44 pm

When we (Linda, Mike, Teresa, John, and me) first tossed the idea around, we
thought of organizing it along the lines of traditional youth organizations like
Camp Fire, Scouts, The Y Indian Guides, Boys and Girls Clubs, etc. Small groups
of people would meet regularly – weekly or monthly as schedules permitted to
plan out activities, do them, and have small awards ceremonies. It also gives
an excuse to display the patched and pearly banner.

It would
operate mostly on the honor system. We’re adults, and we know that cheating
does us no good in the end. We wouldn’t have to report to some central agency
to order pearls or patches. I personally would suggest no fundraising for
supporting your local club. We are adults and are clever enough to find
ways to afford our fun.

We didn’t visualize this ever becoming a tax exempt
organization because it’s a purely selfish club – for the purpose of having fun.
That is not a tax deductible expense, even if our Declaration of Independence
says that the “pursuit of happiness” is one of our rights. That’s a primary
reason for not doing fund-raising. If you want to stay free of the taxman,
don’t collect donations or do fundraising for your WoodSpirits group.

There
should be someone who facilitates communications – keeps an emailing list, group
blog, makes a newsletter, maintains the phone tree, keeps minutes, etc. There
should be someone who calls the meetings and organizes them – finds the meeting
location, arranges field trips, makes sure everyone has supplies, etc. If you
do rough camping, there should be someone who has basic rescue and woods craft
skills. Any offices beyond that are up to individual groups. If you decide
there should be group supplies, or to pool money for field trips, etc, you
probably need a treasurer or bookkeeper.

The symbol we chose back then was a
winged acorn, because while we were adults, we were still in the process of
learning. The wings represent the fun we have learning and doing things. The
wings have been variously depicted as butterfly wings, oak leaves, dragonfly
wings, bat wings, bird wings, or just feathers. We haven’t picked any colors,
although I’m partial to green acorns, with shimmery dragonfly wings. Except at
Halloween, when it’s an orange acorn and bat wings.

We figured participants
would want some sort of uniform, so we thought a T-shirt with the winged acorn
painted or silk screened on it would be a suitable all-purpose uniform; or if
someone was crafty enough, lapel pins or embroidered patches of winged acorns to
pin or sew onto suit jackets or polo shirts. (edited to correct a failed entry:) Or maybe even jewelry – earring,
cuff links, tie tacks, finger rings, bracelets, belt buckles. Or knitted caps
and scarves or some such. The unifying theme would be the winged acorn.

If
people wanted to wear their pearls and patches, they could sew them to a baldric
or sash, or make an over-sized Peter-Pan-style collar to sew them to, or a
tabard, or make jewelry of the pearls or beaded fringes on a shawl bearing the
patches. This would be for wearing to ceremonies where you officially recognize
the pearls and patches you’ve earned since the last time – or maybe, if we ever
have enough people who want to be WoodSpirits – at big camping jamborees or
conventions. As adults, we want something that helps tie us together while
still maintaining our own individuality, so while we would all have pearls and
patches, we’d show them off in our own ways.

Now, I also like the concept Camp
Fire had of using symbols to create personal and group names. When my children
outgrew Camp Fire, there was talk of abandoning the symbols, and browsing
through the last Camp Fire catalog I got, I don’t see the Symbols Book being
offered anymore. I don’t see any reason why we can’t do something similar –
except, we don’t have to limit it to assorted American Indian symbols. We could
use symbols from other cultures as well – particularly if our ancestors came
from the culture that originated the symbols – using a Chinese or Japanese style
crest, or Celtic knotwork, or Pennsylvania Dutch symbols, or caveman
pictoglyphs, or the European heraldic symbols. We could use that in conjunction
with the winged acorn to identify our club or ourselves – or both!

If
WoodSpirits catches on, I suppose eventually we’d need some centralized group to
organize the regional and national events. Get big enough, and we’d probably
have to comply with some government regulation – insurance and injury
liabilities spring to mind. What if someone breaks a leg at a national camp
out? My personal instinct and thought is – we’re adults. Most of us probably
have health insurance, but all those in attendance at the vent would probably
kick in to help cover co-pay and other out-of-pocket expenses related to the
injury, and the injured person wouldn’t sue the WoodSpirits. But I can’t
guarantee that everyone would behave as adults, not if the idea catches on and
there are lots of people playing – so, yeah, I suppose at some point, there’d
have to be formalized organization.

But that’s still a way in the
future.

In the meantime, paint a winged acorn on a T-shirt and go
out to have fun. If anyone asks, tell them you are with the WoodSpirits.

Hardwired to Party

Filed under: 2006,Family,Food,Holidays,Numenism,Religion — ebonypearl @ 4:28 am

I’m having posting problems – and I can’t fix it until I get to the other computer tonight. If this doesn’t post correctly, I will fix it this evening.

We Numenists have incorporated celebration deeply into our religion. Music, ritualized movements, food, community – these are cornerstones, foundational aspects of Numenism that permeate the entire religion. Costuming and masking aren’t as integral, but after reading Barbara Ehrenreich’s new book Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy, maybe we should reconsider.

One of the key phrases is that “authorities have no patience with people not working.” It’s a double negative, but it rings true. Those people who think they have some authority over others, some control of a portion of their time and labor, feel they have the right to control the personal time and labor of those people. We see it today when companies require employees to sign “morality” clauses in their employment contracts, and even in the company meetings that lecture employees on how they are to spend the money they earn, as if that money still belonged to the authority figures. We see it in politicians who try to grab larger bites of their constituents’ paychecks so it can be “better spent” – as if the people who earned that money are incapable of deciding how to spend the money they worked hard to get.

Through personal experience and through research, we early on decided that while authorities (bosses, supervisors, police, religious leaders, politicians, anyone who thinks they have power over others) may have no patience with people taking time off, the truth remains that people will find ways to celebrate, even if they have to create these occasions themselves in covert ways. Celebration is more powerful than authority figures. People actually work harder and better if they get time to connect with other people, to form bonds and to develop relationships, even if those are “sight relationships” with people you see but never talk to.

They’ll decorate their cubicles and offices, wear seasonal jewelry or clothes in lieu of costumes and masks, prepare special snacks, listen to certain types of music even at work, because they aren’t given the time to prepare for and participate in community-wide celebrations.

Although Ms. Ehrenreich never says it openly, celebrations are bad for authority figures. People will gather together and share information, and they’ll realize they are being deliberately deprived of their freedoms – not necessarily the ones in the Constitution of the US, but the ones they feel in their gut should be theirs: the freedom to associate with anyone they chose, the freedom to go where they will, the freedom to eat what they will, to dance, to listen to or make music, to take care of their families and tend to any essential personal business, to spend the money they earn as they wish. When these freedoms are abridged or infringed upon, as it is by authority figures who want people to spend their time either working or preparing to work, and if they can’t be working, they should be resting up to work – and they certainly don’t want people talking to one another, making contacts, finding a better job. They have the most power when the people in their control feel they have no choice but to stay where they are and to do as their bosses tell them to do – then they can take away even more freedoms and demand even more work out of their employees.

We see it now, as the work week creeps slowly up. In the 70’s, most people spent 8 hours a day at work, and worked for 7 of those hours – with a half hour paid lunch, and 2 15 minute paid breaks. Today, it’s not uncommon for people to be at work for 9 ½ – 10 hours a day, paid for 8, and not paid for the enforced time off for lunch and breaks – and some people are required to work through their breaks and even a portion of their lunchtime without pay – free work for the authority figures. Vacation time and sick leave time are called “generous” (for those who get them – not every job gives you these anymore), but are almost half what they were in the 70’s. Paid holidays are curtailed; niggardly hours handed out as if the employees were being granted huge favors. Some people are required to work half day on the holiday, and others the whole day without receiving comp time to use later. If they do receive comp time, they have to use it within a brief window of time (in the same month that the comp time occurs, within 30 days, rarely more than 6 months) – and some employers arrange it so the employee misses the deadline for using comp time and they lose it – free money for the company.

But people need to celebrate, to let go of the pressures to conform to rules all the time. This is why Mardi Gras in New Orleans is so very important, why St. Patrick’s Day isn’t about some long dead Christian, why we need fireworks on New Year’s and on the 4th of July, why we need neighborhood barbecues and community picnics, and why we need all those many winter holiday parties. We need to sing songs together, to dance, to feast, and to dress up – either in costumes or in fancy clothes.

The Time Square New Year’s Ball Drop was once such a festival, but nowadays, with police patrolling to make sure people all stand still and quiet and any disruption (ie – bursting into song, doing a few dance steps, hugging strangers) is dealt with harshly – it’s not a celebration any more. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s not a celebration.

Covertly, people celebrate by going to sporting events with their faces painted and wearing team colors and doing the Wave, and shouting out the cheers with the cheerleaders. They place inconspicuous little teddy bears dressed as they would like to be dressed on their desks. They wear earrings, tie pins, and other clothing accessories to support a team or a holy day. Sports are still one of the areas where people are allowed to let go a bit and celebrate. I think if those who think they are our authority figures were to take football away from Americans, they would have a nation-wide riot on their hands. And so people redirect their need to celebrate to those sports.

Political protests have taken on a celebratory atmosphere, as well, with protestors dressing up in costumes, with the chanting and face paint and dancing in the streets. It’s still an allowed method of celebration in a world increasingly being restricted – a nose-to-the-grindstone world, where the workers are only allowed to work and the authority figures do all the playing.

Some businesses have tried to tap into that need to celebrate with enforced “pep rallies” where the employees are required to gather to sing company songs and chants cheers, and to receive cheap company logo items like keychains and maybe ball caps or T-shirts (costumes, music, dancing – but where’s the food?).

When holidays approach, people buy special clothes to wear for those days – the “Christmas sweater”, the jingle bell earrings, the Halloween brooch, the 4th of July lapel pin, even just wearing colors associated with the holy day increases notably. Sometimes it’s very covert, other times it’s almost in your face – without breaking company dress codes, of course.

Numenism built itself on that passion for community bonding that is hard-wired into people. We need to communicate with one another, to see who our neighbors are, to talk to them, to share experiences with one another. That’s why our rituals are designed as they are – to call to that primal need within us to bond with our community. We’ve had to make concessions to the secular world’s demands on work time, but as much as we can, we do our best to introduce all kinds of celebrations into our lives: Cookie Day, Moosemas, First Tomato Day, First Daffodil Day, First Fire Day, the Solstices and Equinoxes, MedFaire, impulsive Potluck Pagan Picnics in the Park (not those huge planned affairs with sales booths and hired entertainers and workshops and all that pass for Pagan Picnics in the Park), and Septemberfest, and Open House, and Movie Nights, and Halloween. It’s why we happily join others in their celebrations, too.

The act of celebrating is what is important, more than the reason for celebrating. When we are suppressed from celebrating as we need to, then we burst out in celebration in unexpected ways. That’s what makes Moosemas such an important holy day – it’s a moveable feast, one that happens when there’s need for it. It only requires a few small things to make it festive: something relating to moose, food, and people. It can be chocolate mousse, a moose antler hat, Moosehead Beer, watching Rocky and Bullwinkle DVDs, telling Rocky and Bullwinkle jokes, or anything similar. Wherever two or more people gather with food and moose, it’s Moosemas.

We’re hard-wired to party, and Numenism celebrates that in each of us.

“it’s weird that we are culturally hard-wired to Not Party, or even to be not Over Happy.”

I don’t think this is “hard-wiring” so much as it “conditioning” – we’re taught – starting in kindergarten to conform, to work, to follow the rules and the clock. For some people, they can’t concieve of any other way to be. Others rebel against it – often to the point of being criminals. Others, like you (and me – I admit I have an unhealthy dose of this conditioning) feel guilty when we take our breaks and lunches – even when we aren’t being paid for those minutes. We’re at work, so we work – even if a large chunk of our “work time” is spent socializing with co-workers and others or in waiting for other people to do thier part of the work so we can do ours.

I think it’s the fact that we know we’re spending too much time at work for the work that needs doing (and honestly, the bulk of my work can be accomplished in a couple of hours a day – the rest is spent hunting for more work or waiting on others) that we procrastinate. When we procrastinate, it drives the authority figures wild because we aren’t getting “enough work done”, so they require us to work longer hours and create “make-work” for us, and they also seriously dislike giving pay raises to people they perceive as lazy. It doesn’t matter that the company shows a profit or comes in under budget or meets or exceeds deadlines – what matters is the authority figure’s perception that their employees are lazy because they see them “goofing off”.

So, the authority figures feel compelled to organize “pep rallies” and make their employees read Who Moved My Cheese?, and participate in “team-building” exercises and drag in “efficiency experts” and deny pay raises and expect overtime work – and all that does is alienate most employees, who really only want to do their work and then go off and live their lives away from their bosses and do what they want in their own time.

It’s just plain frustrating that we’re split between authority figures who want everyone around them to work, work, work – and panic when people take a break or take a bit of time to relax; and everybody else who needs goof off time, and short breaks, and distractions, and vacation time, and party time in addition to work time. Honestly – the authority figures don’t deny themselves celebration time; I fail to understand why they feel others don’t need it.

“You don’t need a *reason* for Happy. You don’t need to reserve Happy for The Right Time or The Right Day. “

Very true. Be happy at your comfort level, not other people’s. I enjoy your happiness, no matter when or where. I also know you’re not always happy, and you don’t cover up your sadder feelings; but when you’ve no compelling reason to be sad, I love that you’ve chosen to be happy.

Cookie Day Surprise

Filed under: 2006,Family,Food,Holidays,NaNoWriMo,Religion — ebonypearl @ 4:03 am

What better surprise to receive on Cookie Day than a facsimile of a cookie cookbook written in 1920?

There’s a recipe in there for castor oil cookies.

And a tobacco cookie made in the shape of cigarettes.

Cookie Day and Beaners

Filed under: 2006,Family,Food,Holidays,Numenism — ebonypearl @ 4:02 am

Not only is today Cookie Day (Happy Cookie Day, everyone! And Merry Crunching to you!), it’s also my youngest’s birthday.

He’s 22 today.

I gave him a tape of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, because he’s in the army, and he’s a guy, and he likes women in their undies. I thought it made the perfect birthday present for him. By the way he blushed and smiled when I gave it to him, I wasn’t too far off the mark.

I also gave him Lillian Braun’s newest book, because he loves the Cat Who…. books and a convenience store gift card loaded with enough money to pay for most of his gasoline while he’s on leave as well as a few snacks.

The rest of his gifts included Hickory Farms cheese and sausage packs, gift certificates to his favorite restaurants, concert tickets, and a couple of CDs. And the obligatory box of homemade cookies.

Cookie Day

Filed under: 2006,Food,Holidays,Numenism,Religion — ebonypearl @ 3:43 am

12-1-06

Cookie Day is December 12.

I have already baked my best fruitcake cookies, Italian Cuccidata, Snowfire Drops, Green Tea Shortbread, Sage and Cheese Pinwheels, Tomato Pesto Biscotti, Cinnamon Snaps.

Tomorrow, I will make the sugar cut-out cookies. I have a scad of new cookie cutters, and discovered the pleasure of working with cookie stencils and luster dust. Oklahoma is so backward, I couldn’t find cookie stencils anywhere. So I went to the hobby shop and bought sheets of blank plastic for cutting your own stencils and designed several really cool stencils to use to decorate the cookies. Some of the cookies will be egg-painted, some will be glazed, some will be stencilled. And some, I will dye the dough.

Sunday, I’ll make the gingerbread, the raspberry pinwheels, the chocolate/cherry checkerboards, and the rainbow ribbon cookies.

By December 9th, I will be able to mail out these cookies to all my fellow Numenists so we can celebrate Cookie Day in absentia.

I love Cookie Day. It is my favoritist holiday of the entire year!

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