Say Hello New Year

As 2012 called itself over and 2013 made its presence known,

 I was snuggled deep inside this cabin, warm and happy.

Gathered with good friends,

there was much to love, after all.

 There was time to read,

 to talk,

 to rest,

 to play,

 to enjoy each other's company,

 to do our own thing,

all together.

There was time to cook,

a very large amount 

of various good foods,

 prepared by many hands,

 as we gathered in the most beautiful kitchen,

continuing our theme of 'together'.

There was time even for scientific experimentation, 

regarding the necessary evils of onion cutting.

 Is it best to cut them in the sink, under water?

 While holding a piece of bread in ones mouth?

Or, perhaps, a pen?

[The bread won, for its tear and saliva binding qualities...]

And then, there was time to eat,

with delight in the provision,

and delight in each other.

Then, as the divide between one year and the next neared, 

it was time to party. 

 We broke out the champagne,

 the streamers.

 We ran out to the porch with sparklers, in full celebration.

And then, we settled into 2013.

There was snow for snow cones,

as we gathered together in front of the fire once more

in order to play our favorite game.

After the sun rose, we packed our things and said good-bye to our cabin, with peace in our hearts and hugs all around, grateful;

your horizon, 2013, is looking good.

[Many thanks to Ben, Sara, and Nesha for sharing their photos!]

Same Time, Same Place

This year my Baxter New Year's traditions got shifted just slightly to make room for a New Years Cabin Getaway.  [Stay Tuned.]

Though the timing was different, the Time was the same:  Games, movies, shopping, talking, tea.  The Time was so similar, so comfortable, so good, that my camera didn't get whipped out until what is perhaps our favorite tradition of all:

Dinner Preparation!

Since Andrea and I share a love of cooking, and since the last time I visited she had recently received this very exciting cookbook that I got very excited about,

guess what showed up under her tree for little old me?

And then, of course, we had to cook from it...We sat at the kitchen table, each with our respective copies, and paged through it, calling out page numbers as we found things that tempted our cooking sensibilities.

Our teamwork at it's finest, we then prepared oven baked fish and vegetable lo mein with ease, chatting away as we chopped and stirred and poured.

The result was delicious, the time was well spent, and the Time and the Place remain, no matter when the timing!

NJ Explorations, Traditions

Last year during my Christmas NJ time, my father took some vacation days and toured me through parts of the state that I had been curious about; this year, we decided it'd become tradition.  Hence, Thursday morning, we rolled down 287 toward Morristown, to see what there was to see.

We found ourselves [by way of a closed attraction we'd been planning first] at the local museum, where I enjoyed the toy room the best, and these pieces of art the most:

Puzzle pieces, in circular motion...

Those beads you iron together...ironed together COOL

pot holders!

A tower of junked matchbox cars

Look at this! It's the alphabet, carved into pencils!

Scrabbley birds...


Then, it was time for lunch. 

 We found this yummy pizza at a place downtown and gobbled it up.  Then, we asked the people working the place where we should go to next, and they suggested:

Washington's Headquarters. 

The Continental Army camped near Morristown in the winter of 1779 you see, and this is the house that Washington and his men commandeered.  We took the tour,

and I enjoyed seeing such an old, neat house.

Then, to 287 we returned, for my dad to hand me over to my mom, who took me shopping.

[We have traditions too you see, including but not limited to the Crate & Barrel after Christmas Sale.]

Then, we hit the road again.

We sat in merging traffic, knowing that any amount of NJ rubber necking was well worth our next tradition:

 Bobby's Burger Palace is Bobby Flay's restaurant,

 which is fun,

 and DELICIOUS.

 Uncle John and Aunt Nancy met us [in what has also become tradition] and we enjoyed each other's company one last time.

 [Right girls?]

Celebrations and Traditions over, I left the next morning for my next phase of fun, fully full.