Inauguration Party
Do you know any other 80-year-old Amish Mennonite women who are planning Inauguration Parties for tonight? I didn't think so. Only my mother.
We're all chuckling over this one--Mom, along with everyone else. Not that we can claim any credit or blame for who is being inaugurated. But when you need an excuse for a party, an inauguration will do.
Mom is still feeling deprived for having missed out on all the holiday festivities. She spent Thanksgiving in ICU and Christmas almost alone at home, very nauseated. Now that she's feeling better, she has added the "Amish church peanut butter"* phase to her "mush and liverwurst" phase. She's dreaming of cranberry tea (A.K.A. known as wassail) and hot custard--two of her holiday traditions that no one picked up on this year. While she was casting about for a possible time to get the family together, and Tuesday the 20th emerged as an option, someone pointed out that that was inauguration day, and she could give her party that name. So that's what we started calling it.
With help from Judy for preparing the church peanut butter, and help from Lois in purchasing the needed groceries, we're all planning to gather at Dad/Grandpa's house tonight for an after-supper snack.
One other family in our community might be able to claim some legitimate credit for Obama's election. Their son was a paid campaign staffer and was asked to stay on to serve as part of the transition team. He was at our Christmas morning church service. I haven't heard his parents brag or apologize about their son's role and don't know that anyone else has. I suspect they'd chuckle just like we did if they got an invitation to an inauguration party.
The real celebration, of course, is that Mom is still with us, and is recovering her health and zest for living. For that, putting together a combination of Amish church peanut butter and an inauguration will serve just fine.
*For the uninitiated--a mixture of marshmallow creme and peanut butter is served as a spread for bread, and, in midwestern groups at least, is traditionally consumed in the Sunday noon meal after Amish church services in the home. It's another comfort food from Mom's childhood.
We're all chuckling over this one--Mom, along with everyone else. Not that we can claim any credit or blame for who is being inaugurated. But when you need an excuse for a party, an inauguration will do.
Mom is still feeling deprived for having missed out on all the holiday festivities. She spent Thanksgiving in ICU and Christmas almost alone at home, very nauseated. Now that she's feeling better, she has added the "Amish church peanut butter"* phase to her "mush and liverwurst" phase. She's dreaming of cranberry tea (A.K.A. known as wassail) and hot custard--two of her holiday traditions that no one picked up on this year. While she was casting about for a possible time to get the family together, and Tuesday the 20th emerged as an option, someone pointed out that that was inauguration day, and she could give her party that name. So that's what we started calling it.
With help from Judy for preparing the church peanut butter, and help from Lois in purchasing the needed groceries, we're all planning to gather at Dad/Grandpa's house tonight for an after-supper snack.
One other family in our community might be able to claim some legitimate credit for Obama's election. Their son was a paid campaign staffer and was asked to stay on to serve as part of the transition team. He was at our Christmas morning church service. I haven't heard his parents brag or apologize about their son's role and don't know that anyone else has. I suspect they'd chuckle just like we did if they got an invitation to an inauguration party.
The real celebration, of course, is that Mom is still with us, and is recovering her health and zest for living. For that, putting together a combination of Amish church peanut butter and an inauguration will serve just fine.
*For the uninitiated--a mixture of marshmallow creme and peanut butter is served as a spread for bread, and, in midwestern groups at least, is traditionally consumed in the Sunday noon meal after Amish church services in the home. It's another comfort food from Mom's childhood.
posted by Mrs. I at
10:18 AM
1 Comments:
Mmmmm... Amish Peanut Butter. One of Gerald's favorites too. Only I add an equal amount of maple syrup to ours. :)
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