The Person You Decide To Be

Archived | November 28, 2015 | By

Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Got me up and movin’, with the old-time and bluegrass music of Craver, Hicks, Watson, and Mr. Joe Newberry. Wish I had more time for dancin’, for sure. It’s been a busy week with the kids home from school, a dryer that up and died, much shopping and cooking to get done, and the full moon on top of it all to keep me wandering at night. Things are calmer now, with a fridge full of leftovers, a new dryer on its way, and a day or two to do what I wish before another week of things to be done.

I have to admit I’m not a fan of the whole Black Friday deal. I have, now and then in my life, gone shopping on the day after Thanksgiving, but what I’ve found as time passes is that the things for which I waited an hour in line are most always on sale a week before or a week later. And I’ve found also I tend to buy things I don’t need while swept up in what feels a bit like a mob. I don’t much like the stress of all of it.  Shopping on my terms has always been a pleasure, and a pleasure it will remain. And so, what others call “Black Friday” has become “Baking Friday” for me. While everyone else is out there rushing about, I’m in my kitchen, apron on, dancing about as I bake up a storm.

This time around, I made some homemade bread, and several batches of cookies to store for Christmas time. Made some lovely baked brie with almonds and spicy jam for the kids to snack on while I whipped up dinner. Manicotti, garlic bread, salad and pumpkin dessert, and then a pound of fudge just because I could. Spent no money other than the groceries I bought on sale last week, and had just about the sweetest day I’ve had in a while. Got out the Christmas decorations in between recipes, and spent the evening with the kids playing board games and talkin’ bout life.

Ralph Waldo Emerson had it right when he said, “The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.” Life is that way, I think. There’s a strange pressure to do what it seems everyone else is doing, and if you don’t do it, you are somehow off the mark. Well, I never was one to fit in with the crowd, and if the crowd is up at 3 a.m. rushing out to get TVs and exercise equipment and the latest style of boots, more power to ‘em, but count me out. Life’s too short to rush about, and I don’t watch much TV anyway. I prefer writing a letter or two, paying a few bills, having a good long conversation with Mr. S., or mixing up a batch of something for the neighbor down the street. Folding clothes, even, I’ve come to appreciate now that I’ve been without a dryer awhile. A phone call to my parents, some bluegrass on the radio and a mug of hot chocolate. The small things that seem to make the world go ‘round. My world, anyway. A fine place to be on a November evening. And there’s no waiting in line.

Got leftovers? Here’s something to do with the ham. You might even have the buns already, too, and the sauce shouldn’t be much of a challenge. Simple and sweet, and bound to disappear.

Sweet Hawaiian Ham Buns

12 Hawaiian Buns
Ham Slices or shaved ham, enough for 12 small sandwiches
Cheese, your favorite (cheddar or Swiss are good)

Cut buns, place ham slices and cheese inside buns, put buns in cake pan preheat oven to 375.


1 stick butter
2 T brown sugar
1 T mustard
1 T worcestershire sauce
1 T poppyseed (optional)

Bring all sauce ingredients to a boil in a saucepan.
Pour sauce over ham sandwiches in cake pan.
Bake at 375 until lightly browned.

Serve with leftovers, or beans. Or just serve.