Once a year, the kitchen is full of Mom. This mom, me, and my first mother-in-law, my sons’ grandmother, who originally gave me a recipe. The Third Week of Advent is the week when the year’s perfectly-sized boxes, saved in the basement, are set in one kitchen corner along with the saved box of foam pellets, accumulated over the year, and I pack the banana bread I’ve once more made for the men in my life: two sons, two husbands (one of which I’m no longer married to), a grown grandson, and our mail carrier.
When Advent was a penitential season, the third Sunday was designated as the day to relieve the fasting and rejoice. Gaudete Sunday,gaudete means to rejoice, gave the people one day to feast. The candle we lighted last Sunday glows pink.
My kitchen has rejoiced all week.
The recipe, hand-written on some piece of paper…
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