NORMAN — Since the weather outside was frightful and certainly not delightful, the weather gods laughed and roared singing: “Let it sleet. Let it ice. Let it blow.”
Driving on ice is so different from driving on snow. If the snow is deep, you throw on the snow tires or the chains and off you go. On the plus side, the snow covers all sins and flaws. The world is reborn in a pristine blanket of white. On the other hand, ice is ugly, sneaky and hazardous to your and your vehicle’s health.
Not very nice of those pesky deities to act out, but we are powerless to stop them when they are bent on atmospheric mischief. As a matter of fact, all you can you do is hope the power does not fail, plunging you into darkness and cold.
Aside from limiting power usage and praying the power gods do not decide to join the general chaos as well, action is required to stay semi sane. After a couple of days of reading until your eyeballs bleed, you have to find something else to hold the looming cabin fever at bay.
Granted baking is using precious power, but the temptation to do something fun is too great. Besides with Christmas just around the corner, baking yummy, girth-expanding goodies is a must. With the prospect of filling the house with mouthwatering aromas, you assemble the ingredients and the necessary baking paraphernalia.
In our family, there are certain traditional pastries and favorites that must be baked for Christmas. Otherwise there will be chaos in the family as everyone bemoans the expected missing goodies which are guaranteed to send one to that special place after the holidays are past — Butt Dimple Hell.
Dios kalács, a divine Hungarian pastry roll filled with a splash of rum, ground nuts and other goodies, is the expected goody in our family. Growing up, we watched mother make the time consuming preparations before the actual assembly and baking took place. It was difficult for her to roll out the dough into a translucent sheet because only her right arm was fully functional.