So….2016 is careening to the start line with the speed of water finally boiling in a pot. I’m still in “two weeks before Christmas mode”, so to know that New Year’s Eve and Day are so close is a little mind-boggling. I just want to know HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN SO FAST? lol
At any rate, New Year’s Eve will be friends and merriment again, just a week after Christmas Eve (also full of friends and merriment). You never can get enough of that. But growing up, with just my mom, grandma and I, the festivities were more sedate and tranquil. I was always told I could stay up to midnight (mom and grandma knew fully well I’d last maybe, until 9:00). Grandma had a couple of friends from the “old country” that would stop by, and mom would have friends from General Telephone where she was a ship-to-shore operator come over (if we were living in California on that particular New Year’s Eve). The alcohol of choice was a good bottle of Manischewitz wine and a few bottles of Miller High Life beer (the Champagne of beers, dontcha know). Our much loved, little black and white 10 inch screen Admiral TV would be tuned to our traditional New Year’s Eve show….Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians filmed at the Waldorf Astoria in NY….(oh how grandma coveted that guy LOL) playing all the happy dance music that brought you into the holiday mood. The ladies made many comments about what the women on the screen were wearing in New York at that time (“she looks like a cow in that thing”…”what is she wearing???”…”oh that’s so lovely, wonder if we can find that here???”….”look at her date, very handsome…looks too good for her!”….and grandma’s “ach himmel!! Shikza!” (and mind you, we weren’t Jewish, but mom and grandma were Czech Catholic with many Jewish friends, and lots of Jewish terms were also Czech and Polish terms too, so grandma made her points by using Yiddish words for impact lol) Then the channel would be switched to the Lawrence Welk New Year’s Eve Dance Party, which was filmed not to far from us in Santa Monica at the Aragon Ballroom in Venice Beach. Once Lawrence was on, all talk went to how people danced “look at her ankles! How does she stand upright?” to “Look! She’s leading! HAHHHAHH!!!” At that point grandma would grab her friend, Angela, and the two would dance into the kitchen as we laughed and sang and had a great “girls New Year’s Eve”. I was soon out like a light, waking up in my bed first thing in the morning. The apartment was quiet except for grandma putting together our New Year’s Day meal in the kitchen, and mom leafing through page after page of her “movie magazines”, Photoplay and Silver Screen. Soon the aroma of onions and garlic on a thick and juicy pork roast wafted throughout the place, promising another fantastic holiday meal from grandma. The pork roast was (and still is) traditional on New Year’s Day for us, and this year I’m going one step further and making Semmelknoedel (bread dumplings) to go with the rich, pork gravy and sauteed, sweet/sour red cabbage.
Amazing how food represents milestones and memories, family and friends. It truly is nourishment for the body and the soul as well. The preparation is work…but work well spent. Happy New Year!