Dearest Sweet People: I wish you all a Happy St. Nikolaus Day. I send you all the happiness, glee and genuine horror I have felt throughout my childhood years when confronted (and yes, I've been confronted) by the Saint himself and his hench-devil, Krampus. They've always been so kind as to gift me chocolates and sweets and never coal (or kidnapping), so I'm inclined to think they are horribly misunderstood and lovely men/things. So I leave you not with a photo of a dessert and a recipe, but a portrait my fantastically talented husband Ray drew of the duo for my book My Life from Scratch, based on my recollections of encountering them for the first time when I was three.
I also send out props to all you moms and dads who take the time to make this season magical (and sometimes scary as hell) for your children. It's a beautiful thing you do.
And if you want to know if St. Nikolaus visited me today, you can be assured he did. He knows me so well.
|Sometimes the Sainted Man comes dressed in UPS brown to deliver the goodies...and that's fine by me.|