Remembrance of things past: Eggnog pie

This time, do what I tell you, take a few minutes, snuggle under a quilt with the ones you love, turn on the Christmas lights, click on the post title to hear the videos, and listen to a few Christmas songs.

 

It’s been said that if you live long enough, all the people you hold dear will be gone. Not exactly a holly jolly thought, but when I decorated our little Christmas tree this year, putting up the ornaments reminded me of all those we have lost. There’s the cherub Muth brought me from Greece; look—Nikki gave me that white glass kitten; here are all the Christmas photo-cards Tom and Ali sent us over the years; OMG—there’s the banana charm Ted stole from the 7-Eleven that year; the hand-blown penguin and swan were in the box we found in Gramma Champlin’s attic after she died; oh my gosh look at Daddy in that old picture—he’s so young; there’s the little snowman I found in Normie’s jewelry box. We miss them all.

And we’ll miss and remember Jackson, Christian, Tony, Harriet, Irv, June, Jim, Steve, Mary, Rita, Dick, Gretchen, Josh, Virginia, Val, Jackaroo, Dinah, and Skittles.

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         Daddy                      Muth with Claire                   Nikki                   Normie on the far right

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       Tommy                   Mary with Meredith                    Rita                             Dick

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           Ted                              Jackaroo                    Skittles                           Dinah

Our numbers are dwindling and I can’t see that the trend will reverse. But here’s some good news: even as we speak babies are being hatched, friends are gathering ‘round, Sweeties are cancer-free, I can still tie my own shoes, our children are healthy and happy, their children are healthy and happy, the Huskies are playing in the Rose Bowl, the Dolphins tricked the Patriots, and the Yankees may end up with Bryce Harper. 

This year I seem to prefer wistful Christmas songs, so here are a few more. 

And to Tom with his shoulder in an icebox, you’ll be missed on the slopes this season. 

Eggnog Pie—here’s thinking of you, Muth

  • 1 T. gelatin
  • 1⁄4 c. cold water
  • 4 eggs separated
  • 1 c. sugar
  • 1⁄4 t. salt
  • 1⁄2 c. hot milk or 1⁄2 & 1⁄2
  • 1 t. rum flavoring 
  • 1⁄4 t. nutmeg
  • 1⁄2 c. heavy cream whipped with 2 T. sugar.

Sprinkle gelatin on lukewarm water to dissolve. Combine egg yolks with half the sugar and beat until light yellow. Add salt and hot milk. Cook in double boiler until mixture coats spoon.

Add softened gelatin—cool. Whip egg whites and remaining 1⁄2 c. sugar to soft peak. Fold egg mixture into beaten egg whites. (First lighten egg mixture by whisking in a bit of the beaten egg white. Then fold in the remainder.) Add rum flavoring and nutmeg. Pour into baked 8 inch pie shell. Refrigerate

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4 Responses to Remembrance of things past: Eggnog pie

  1. Marilyn says:

    Thanks, Marla. Wistful hits just the right note. How did we get this old? Julie S’s mom died suddenly a couple of weeks ago at 93, and I miss Harriet now more than when she first left us.

  2. Kathy says:

    This was a tear jerker!! But it also reminded me of all the ornaments we have, some from friends and family that are just as meaningful this year as other years. I love Christmas trees and Christmas carols. Everyone thinks I’m strange but Christmas was always a happy time for me. I remember waking up on Christmas morning to a little table and chairs with tea cups and plates and being so happy. I remember the giant pile of gifts under the tree sent from all our relatives. I don’t feel right unless we have ALOT of gifts under the tree! It’s stressful but still fun. Thank you for these memories!

  3. Anonymous says:

    Awwwwwww. I love you Marla. You make me stop and remember

  4. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for stimulating memories with the waltz

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