To A.F.B.

This time of year is always an emotional one for me as it seems to be
for many. Whether it's in dealing with current trials, tribulations
or positive excitements, or in remembering those Christmases past when
the magic of the holiday held far more sway over me than perhaps it
does now.

At any rate, this time of year is the one where I, like ol' Ebeneezer,
spend the most time reflecting on my past, present and future and
especially on my relationships.

So, since I won't get a chance to chat with you over cocktails, I'll
send you a little bit of what I'd tell you about if you were sitting
by the fire with me, sipping a hot toddy:

As for my Christmases past....

When I was young I spent Christmases at my Norwegian Grandparents'
house in Tenafly, New Jersey. The house was MADE for Christmas. In
the middle of the large living room was a 10 foot Noble fir. The
PERFECT Christmas tree. I don't know how they always found it, but
every year the tree was absolutely wonderous. It had plenty of
ornaments on it, some of which were a hundred years old. Also had
strings of tiny Norwegian flags draped around it. Little trumpets and
horns that you could actually play (well, they made a funny little
squeak when you blew into them).

For weeks before Christmas, my Grandmother would start baking
Norwegian Christmas cookies. No, these aren't those scandinavian
cookies you buy in the big round tin. These are something else
entirely. She would make no less than 10 different types of cookies
and would make, litterally dozens of each kind. All Christmas week,
any visitor to the house would be treated to a plateful of cookies. My
favorite was one called Mor Monsons (Mother Monsons). They were not
quite a cookie, more of a blonde brownie...no, not quite...geez, I
don't know. They were an almond flavored cake-like cookie with bits
of crushed almond, currants and crushed sugar cubes sprinkled on
top....heaven....

At the time I considered myself one of the luckiest kids I
knew...because my Norwegian family celebrated and exchanged presents
on Christmas eve, and then we would come home and I would get more
presents Christmas Morning! I got TWO Christmases!!!

I remember the time when I got the best Christmas present EVER. I
mean EVER. I MEAN...this is the present I remember being absolutely
the most excited about in all my 43 years of Christmases. I jumped up
and down and ran around my Grandparents house like someone who had
just won the Irish Sweepstakes. You know what it was?

A flashlight.

Yup, in 1968, when I was 5 years old, Santa gave me a flashlight and I
thought it was the coolest thing in the whole world. A big red
flashlight
that took one of those honkin' big 6 volt batteries....

Can you remember when something so simple could make you so happy?

I also remember the Christmases when I was older and attending the
Choir School of St. Thomas Church in New York. This was a boarding
school where the students made up the boys choir for St. Thomas
Episcopal Church which is 2 blocks from St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th
ave in Manhattan. Very hoity toity. Got in on a scholarship and
didn't much care for the whole boarding school thing. Also, sticking
a bunch of 13 year old boys together to live in a dorm is not
generally a good idea under any circumstances.

At St. Thomas' the choir had to sing at 3 different services for
Christmas. A 4pm Service Christmas Eve. A midnight Mass service and
then the 11AM service the follow morning on Christmas day. That meant
that None of the kids got to have Xmas at home. Most of us did what
my family did...postpone Xmas a day and have Xmas Eve celebration on
Xmas day eve, etc.

After my Mom and I moved to the west coast in '76, the main time we
traveled back east was Christmas time...I would visit my Dad in
Brooklyn for a few days, then head up to my Grandparents new house in
Woodstock NY. Nice thing was, they always managed to have snow for
me,right on cue on Xmas eve....

Once I hit my 20's, I always managed to have Xmas with my Mom, but the
trips back east were fewer and fewer...then my grandparents moved out
to my Mom's and while we had Xmas together, it wasn't the same without
the cold weather, the threat (or promise) of snow, and now it was me,
instead of my Grandmother who did most of the cooking (although she
still did the cookies). Also, we didn't have my Uncle and his family
with my four cousins, so it didn't quite seem the same, and without a
house full of kids, the whole Christmas thing seemed somehow lacking.

Nowadays, I try to get down to my Mom's in California at least every
other year. Sometimes we make it and sometimes we don't (weather,
job, etc. seems to get in the way) but this is one of the staying home
years.

The funny thing for me is that Christmas has never been so much of a
religious holiday. I don't mean that in the over-commercialized way
that many talk about it, rather that the tradition for my family was
that Christmas was a time for the family. It was the one time of year
that the family ALWAYS got together, come hell or high water, and we
communed together in a way that we didn't seem to do the rest of the
year. Yes, we sang Carols - both in Norwegian and in English - but
they seemed to be more part of our Norwegian heritage than part of any
religious ceremony. I dunno....never having been much of a
church-going person (except during my 2 years at the choir school) I
don't know if this is the same for other folks.

All I really know is that this time of year, I always think of those
folks who mean the most to me...

Here's wishing us all a little more peace on earth and goodwill
towards everyone now and in the years to come.

And here's hoping that each of you finds your own version of a
Christmas Flashlight underneath your tree....

;-)


"It is our pleasure having you aboard , and we hope you enjoy your
Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, or whatever your final holiday
celebration may be. "


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

ps. To make this post almost on-topic, here's what we had for Xmas
dinner last night:

Standing Prime Rib with Yorkshire pudding and a reduced madiera cream
sauce
French fingerling potatoes
SuurKal (Scandinavian cabbage dish)
Garlic Roasted Beets
Green Salad
Steamed Cauliflower & Broccoli

Woulda smoked the prime rib but for a few logistical difficulties in
scheduling....Actually, was expecting to have a traditional Norwegian
Ribbe dinner, but all of the local supermarkets and butchers were out
of pork loin....but the local market had Angus Prime Rib roasts on
sale for $4.50/lb.

-Chef Juke
"EVERYbody Eats When They Come To MY House!"
www.chefjuke.com

On Mon, 25 Dec 2006 15:43:10 -0800, Chef Juke
wrote:

To A.F.B.

This time of year is always an emotional one for me as it seems to be
for many. Whether it's in dealing with current trials, tribulations
or positive excitements, or in remembering those Christmases past when
the magic of the holiday held far more sway over me than perhaps it
does now.

At any rate, this time of year is the one where I, like ol' Ebeneezer,
spend the most time reflecting on my past, present and future and
especially on my relationships.

So, since I won't get a chance to chat with you over cocktails, I'll
send you a little bit of what I'd tell you about if you were sitting
by the fire with me, sipping a hot toddy:

As for my Christmases past....

When I was young I spent Christmases at my Norwegian Grandparents'
house in Tenafly, New Jersey. The house was MADE for Christmas. In
the middle of the large living room was a 10 foot Noble fir. The
PERFECT Christmas tree. I don't know how they always found it, but
every year the tree was absolutely wonderous. It had plenty of
ornaments on it, some of which were a hundred years old. Also had
strings of tiny Norwegian flags draped around it. Little trumpets and
horns that you could actually play (well, they made a funny little
squeak when you blew into them).

For weeks before Christmas, my Grandmother would start baking
Norwegian Christmas cookies. No, these aren't those scandinavian
cookies you buy in the big round tin. These are something else
entirely. She would make no less than 10 different types of cookies
and would make, litterally dozens of each kind. All Christmas week,
any visitor to the house would be treated to a plateful of cookies. My
favorite was one called Mor Monsons (Mother Monsons). They were not
quite a cookie, more of a blonde brownie...no, not quite...geez, I
don't know. They were an almond flavored cake-like cookie with bits
of crushed almond, currants and crushed sugar cubes sprinkled on
top....heaven....

At the time I considered myself one of the luckiest kids I
knew...because my Norwegian family celebrated and exchanged presents
on Christmas eve, and then we would come home and I would get more
presents Christmas Morning! I got TWO Christmases!!!

I remember the time when I got the best Christmas present EVER. I
mean EVER. I MEAN...this is the present I remember being absolutely
the most excited about in all my 43 years of Christmases. I jumped up
and down and ran around my Grandparents house like someone who had
just won the Irish Sweepstakes. You know what it was?

A flashlight.

Yup, in 1968, when I was 5 years old, Santa gave me a flashlight and I
thought it was the coolest thing in the whole world. A big red
flashlight
that took one of those honkin' big 6 volt batteries....

Can you remember when something so simple could make you so happy?

I also remember the Christmases when I was older and attending the
Choir School of St. Thomas Church in New York. This was a boarding
school where the students made up the boys choir for St. Thomas
Episcopal Church which is 2 blocks from St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th
ave in Manhattan. Very hoity toity. Got in on a scholarship and
didn't much care for the whole boarding school thing. Also, sticking
a bunch of 13 year old boys together to live in a dorm is not
generally a good idea under any circumstances.

At St. Thomas' the choir had to sing at 3 different services for
Christmas. A 4pm Service Christmas Eve. A midnight Mass service and
then the 11AM service the follow morning on Christmas day. That meant
that None of the kids got to have Xmas at home. Most of us did what
my family did...postpone Xmas a day and have Xmas Eve celebration on
Xmas day eve, etc.

After my Mom and I moved to the west coast in '76, the main time we
traveled back east was Christmas time...I would visit my Dad in
Brooklyn for a few days, then head up to my Grandparents new house in
Woodstock NY. Nice thing was, they always managed to have snow for
me,right on cue on Xmas eve....

Once I hit my 20's, I always managed to have Xmas with my Mom, but the
trips back east were fewer and fewer...then my grandparents moved out
to my Mom's and while we had Xmas together, it wasn't the same without
the cold weather, the threat (or promise) of snow, and now it was me,
instead of my Grandmother who did most of the cooking (although she
still did the cookies). Also, we didn't have my Uncle and his family
with my four cousins, so it didn't quite seem the same, and without a
house full of kids, the whole Christmas thing seemed somehow lacking.

Nowadays, I try to get down to my Mom's in California at least every
other year. Sometimes we make it and sometimes we don't (weather,
job, etc. seems to get in the way) but this is one of the staying home
years.

The funny thing for me is that Christmas has never been so much of a
religious holiday. I don't mean that in the over-commercialized way
that many talk about it, rather that the tradition for my family was
that Christmas was a time for the family. It was the one time of year
that the family ALWAYS got together, come hell or high water, and we
communed together in a way that we didn't seem to do the rest of the
year. Yes, we sang Carols - both in Norwegian and in English - but
they seemed to be more part of our Norwegian heritage than part of any
religious ceremony. I dunno....never having been much of a
church-going person (except during my 2 years at the choir school) I
don't know if this is the same for other folks.

All I really know is that this time of year, I always think of those
folks who mean the most to me...

Here's wishing us all a little more peace on earth and goodwill
towards everyone now and in the years to come.

And here's hoping that each of you finds your own version of a
Christmas Flashlight underneath your tree....

;-)


"It is our pleasure having you aboard , and we hope you enjoy your
Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, or whatever your final holiday
celebration may be. "


A lovely post Juke. Thanks for Sharing.

Merry Christmas!

Harry
posting from Ice Station Calgary

On Mon, 25 Dec 2006 15:43:10 -0800, Chef Juke
wrote:

And here's hoping that each of you finds your own version of a
Christmas Flashlight underneath your tree....

I did. In this day of CDs, DVDs, and if old-fashioned, cassette
tapes, my best present this Christmas is a vinyl LP my sweetie found
for me. It's one I'd had for years, then stored away with the rest of
my records when I went over to CDs. I figured that it, along with
almost everything else I had on record, would be released on CD.

This one never has been. Thank you, Sony, for locking away so many of
the recordings you acquired when you bought CBS and Columbia Records.

But now I have it again, and my sweetie has a functioning turntable,
so I can tape it. Then I'll load the songs into my computer and burn
it to CD.

I opened the package, having no clue what it was, and when I saw it,
my eyes started to leak. So, while I didn't bounce around like Juke
did with his Big Red Flashlight, I got my flashlight this year.

-denny-
--

The test of courage comes when we are in the minority.
The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.

Chef Juke wrote:
To A.F.B.

This time of year is always an emotional one for me as it seems to be
for many. Whether it's in dealing with current trials, tribulations
or positive excitements, or in remembering those Christmases past when
the magic of the holiday held far more sway over me than perhaps it
does now.

At any rate, this time of year is the one where I, like ol' Ebeneezer,
spend the most time reflecting on my past, present and future and
especially on my relationships.

So, since I won't get a chance to chat with you over cocktails, I'll
send you a little bit of what I'd tell you about if you were sitting
by the fire with me, sipping a hot toddy:

As for my Christmases past....

When I was young I spent Christmases at my Norwegian Grandparents'
house in Tenafly, New Jersey. The house was MADE for Christmas. In
the middle of the large living room was a 10 foot Noble fir. The
PERFECT Christmas tree. I don't know how they always found it, but
every year the tree was absolutely wonderous. It had plenty of
ornaments on it, some of which were a hundred years old. Also had
strings of tiny Norwegian flags draped around it. Little trumpets and
horns that you could actually play (well, they made a funny little
squeak when you blew into them).

For weeks before Christmas, my Grandmother would start baking
Norwegian Christmas cookies. No, these aren't those scandinavian
cookies you buy in the big round tin. These are something else
entirely. She would make no less than 10 different types of cookies
and would make, litterally dozens of each kind. All Christmas week,
any visitor to the house would be treated to a plateful of cookies. My
favorite was one called Mor Monsons (Mother Monsons). They were not
quite a cookie, more of a blonde brownie...no, not quite...geez, I
don't know. They were an almond flavored cake-like cookie with bits
of crushed almond, currants and crushed sugar cubes sprinkled on
top....heaven....

At the time I considered myself one of the luckiest kids I
knew...because my Norwegian family celebrated and exchanged presents
on Christmas eve, and then we would come home and I would get more
presents Christmas Morning! I got TWO Christmases!!!

I remember the time when I got the best Christmas present EVER. I
mean EVER. I MEAN...this is the present I remember being absolutely
the most excited about in all my 43 years of Christmases. I jumped up
and down and ran around my Grandparents house like someone who had
just won the Irish Sweepstakes. You know what it was?

A flashlight.

Yup, in 1968, when I was 5 years old, Santa gave me a flashlight and I
thought it was the coolest thing in the whole world. A big red
flashlight
that took one of those honkin' big 6 volt batteries....

Can you remember when something so simple could make you so happy?

I also remember the Christmases when I was older and attending the
Choir School of St. Thomas Church in New York. This was a boarding
school where the students made up the boys choir for St. Thomas
Episcopal Church which is 2 blocks from St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th
ave in Manhattan. Very hoity toity. Got in on a scholarship and
didn't much care for the whole boarding school thing. Also, sticking
a bunch of 13 year old boys together to live in a dorm is not
generally a good idea under any circumstances.

At St. Thomas' the choir had to sing at 3 different services for
Christmas. A 4pm Service Christmas Eve. A midnight Mass service and
then the 11AM service the follow morning on Christmas day. That meant
that None of the kids got to have Xmas at home. Most of us did what
my family did...postpone Xmas a day and have Xmas Eve celebration on
Xmas day eve, etc.

After my Mom and I moved to the west coast in '76, the main time we
traveled back east was Christmas time...I would visit my Dad in
Brooklyn for a few days, then head up to my Grandparents new house in
Woodstock NY. Nice thing was, they always managed to have snow for
me,right on cue on Xmas eve....

Once I hit my 20's, I always managed to have Xmas with my Mom, but the
trips back east were fewer and fewer...then my grandparents moved out
to my Mom's and while we had Xmas together, it wasn't the same without
the cold weather, the threat (or promise) of snow, and now it was me,
instead of my Grandmother who did most of the cooking (although she
still did the cookies). Also, we didn't have my Uncle and his family
with my four cousins, so it didn't quite seem the same, and without a
house full of kids, the whole Christmas thing seemed somehow lacking.

Nowadays, I try to get down to my Mom's in California at least every
other year. Sometimes we make it and sometimes we don't (weather,
job, etc. seems to get in the way) but this is one of the staying home
years.

The funny thing for me is that Christmas has never been so much of a
religious holiday. I don't mean that in the over-commercialized way
that many talk about it, rather that the tradition for my family was
that Christmas was a time for the family. It was the one time of year
that the family ALWAYS got together, come hell or high water, and we
communed together in a way that we didn't seem to do the rest of the
year. Yes, we sang Carols - both in Norwegian and in English - but
they seemed to be more part of our Norwegian heritage than part of any
religious ceremony. I dunno....never having been much of a
church-going person (except during my 2 years at the choir school) I
don't know if this is the same for other folks.

All I really know is that this time of year, I always think of those
folks who mean the most to me...

Here's wishing us all a little more peace on earth and goodwill
towards everyone now and in the years to come.

And here's hoping that each of you finds your own version of a
Christmas Flashlight underneath your tree....

;-)


(purposely NOT snipped)

What a lovely post, Chef. I think most of us can completely relate.

kili

"Chef Juke" wrote in message
...
To A.F.B.

This time of year is always an emotional one for me as it seems to be
for many. Whether it's in dealing with current trials, tribulations
or positive excitements, or in remembering those Christmases past when
the magic of the holiday held far more sway over me than perhaps it
does now.

snipped a bunch

great expression of 'feelings' too which lots of us can relate!

makes me proud to be of Norvegian stock!

Buzz

"Chef Juke" wrote in message
...
To A.F.B.

This time of year is always an emotional one for me as it seems to be
for many. Whether it's in dealing with current trials, tribulations
or positive excitements, or in remembering those Christmases past when
the magic of the holiday held far more sway over me than perhaps it
does now.

At any rate, this time of year is the one where I, like ol' Ebeneezer,
spend the most time reflecting on my past, present and future and
especially on my relationships.

So, since I won't get a chance to chat with you over cocktails, I'll
send you a little bit of what I'd tell you about if you were sitting
by the fire with me, sipping a hot toddy:

As for my Christmases past....

When I was young I spent Christmases at my Norwegian Grandparents'
house in Tenafly, New Jersey. The house was MADE for Christmas. In
the middle of the large living room was a 10 foot Noble fir. The
PERFECT Christmas tree. I don't know how they always found it, but
every year the tree was absolutely wonderous. It had plenty of
ornaments on it, some of which were a hundred years old. Also had
strings of tiny Norwegian flags draped around it. Little trumpets and
horns that you could actually play (well, they made a funny little
squeak when you blew into them).

For weeks before Christmas, my Grandmother would start baking
Norwegian Christmas cookies. No, these aren't those scandinavian
cookies you buy in the big round tin. These are something else
entirely. She would make no less than 10 different types of cookies
and would make, litterally dozens of each kind. All Christmas week,
any visitor to the house would be treated to a plateful of cookies. My
favorite was one called Mor Monsons (Mother Monsons). They were not
quite a cookie, more of a blonde brownie...no, not quite...geez, I
don't know. They were an almond flavored cake-like cookie with bits
of crushed almond, currants and crushed sugar cubes sprinkled on
top....heaven....

At the time I considered myself one of the luckiest kids I
knew...because my Norwegian family celebrated and exchanged presents
on Christmas eve, and then we would come home and I would get more
presents Christmas Morning! I got TWO Christmases!!!

I remember the time when I got the best Christmas present EVER. I
mean EVER. I MEAN...this is the present I remember being absolutely
the most excited about in all my 43 years of Christmases. I jumped up
and down and ran around my Grandparents house like someone who had
just won the Irish Sweepstakes. You know what it was?

A flashlight.

Yup, in 1968, when I was 5 years old, Santa gave me a flashlight and I
thought it was the coolest thing in the whole world. A big red
flashlight
that took one of those honkin' big 6 volt batteries....

Can you remember when something so simple could make you so happy?

I also remember the Christmases when I was older and attending the
Choir School of St. Thomas Church in New York. This was a boarding
school where the students made up the boys choir for St. Thomas
Episcopal Church which is 2 blocks from St. Patrick's Cathedral on 5th
ave in Manhattan. Very hoity toity. Got in on a scholarship and
didn't much care for the whole boarding school thing. Also, sticking
a bunch of 13 year old boys together to live in a dorm is not
generally a good idea under any circumstances.

At St. Thomas' the choir had to sing at 3 different services for
Christmas. A 4pm Service Christmas Eve. A midnight Mass service and
then the 11AM service the follow morning on Christmas day. That meant
that None of the kids got to have Xmas at home. Most of us did what
my family did...postpone Xmas a day and have Xmas Eve celebration on
Xmas day eve, etc.

After my Mom and I moved to the west coast in '76, the main time we
traveled back east was Christmas time...I would visit my Dad in
Brooklyn for a few days, then head up to my Grandparents new house in
Woodstock NY. Nice thing was, they always managed to have snow for
me,right on cue on Xmas eve....

Once I hit my 20's, I always managed to have Xmas with my Mom, but the
trips back east were fewer and fewer...then my grandparents moved out
to my Mom's and while we had Xmas together, it wasn't the same without
the cold weather, the threat (or promise) of snow, and now it was me,
instead of my Grandmother who did most of the cooking (although she
still did the cookies). Also, we didn't have my Uncle and his family
with my four cousins, so it didn't quite seem the same, and without a
house full of kids, the whole Christmas thing seemed somehow lacking.

Nowadays, I try to get down to my Mom's in California at least every
other year. Sometimes we make it and sometimes we don't (weather,
job, etc. seems to get in the way) but this is one of the staying home
years.

The funny thing for me is that Christmas has never been so much of a
religious holiday. I don't mean that in the over-commercialized way
that many talk about it, rather that the tradition for my family was
that Christmas was a time for the family. It was the one time of year
that the family ALWAYS got together, come hell or high water, and we
communed together in a way that we didn't seem to do the rest of the
year. Yes, we sang Carols - both in Norwegian and in English - but
they seemed to be more part of our Norwegian heritage than part of any
religious ceremony. I dunno....never having been much of a
church-going person (except during my 2 years at the choir school) I
don't know if this is the same for other folks.

All I really know is that this time of year, I always think of those
folks who mean the most to me...

Here's wishing us all a little more peace on earth and goodwill
towards everyone now and in the years to come.

And here's hoping that each of you finds your own version of a
Christmas Flashlight underneath your tree....

;-)


"It is our pleasure having you aboard , and we hope you enjoy your
Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Festivus, or whatever your final holiday
celebration may be. "


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

ps. To make this post almost on-topic, here's what we had for Xmas
dinner last night:

Standing Prime Rib with Yorkshire pudding and a reduced madiera cream
sauce
French fingerling potatoes
SuurKal (Scandinavian cabbage dish)
Garlic Roasted Beets
Green Salad
Steamed Cauliflower & Broccoli

Woulda smoked the prime rib but for a few logistical difficulties in
scheduling....Actually, was expecting to have a traditional Norwegian
Ribbe dinner, but all of the local supermarkets and butchers were out
of pork loin....but the local market had Angus Prime Rib roasts on
sale for $4.50/lb.

-Chef Juke
"EVERYbody Eats When They Come To MY House!"
www.chefjuke.com


What a great post, Chef Juke!

My darling Norwegian little woman wife makes Krumkaka, Sandbakkels or
Sandbakelser (Cookie Shells), along with other Norwegian cookies each
Holiday season.

Kent

BTW, our best price in N. Cal for standing rib roast is $7.95/lb at CostCo.
Thank your blessings,

Kent wrote:

BTW, our best price in N. Cal for standing rib roast is $7.95/lb at CostCo.
Thank your blessings,

At this time of year we should all thank our blessings.

Cam

On Wed, 27 Dec 2006 21:58:26 -0800, "Kent" wrote:

BTW, our best price in N. Cal for standing rib roast is $7.95/lb at CostCo.

Nobody here in Everett (just north of Seattle) had it for anything
like Juke's $4.50, but it was easy to find US Choice standing rib for
$6.95 / lb.

Now contemplating what to have for NY Eve...would Q something up, even
with the cold, but I'll be at my sweetie's. Could fire up her Weber,
I s'pose.

-denny-
--

The test of courage comes when we are in the minority.
The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.

On Thu, 28 Dec 2006 10:59:31 -0800, Denny Wheeler
wrote:

On Wed, 27 Dec 2006 21:58:26 -0800, "Kent" wrote:

BTW, our best price in N. Cal for standing rib roast is $7.95/lb at CostCo.

Nobody here in Everett (just north of Seattle) had it for anything
like Juke's $4.50, but it was easy to find US Choice standing rib for
$6.95 / lb.

Now contemplating what to have for NY Eve...would Q something up, even
with the cold, but I'll be at my sweetie's. Could fire up her Weber,
I s'pose.

-denny-


Yeah, I was amazed to find they didn't have ANY pork loins (well, they
had a few vacuum packed tenderloins but not many) and to see the Rib
Roast for that cheap.

I may have to go back and see if the sale is still going on and fill
up my freezer....


-Chef Juke
"EVERYbody Eats When They Come To MY House!"

"Kent" wrote in message
. ..

My darling Norwegian little woman wife makes Krumkaka, Sandbakkels or
Sandbakelser (Cookie Shells), along with other Norwegian cookies each
Holiday season.


I'd give you one 'mature' woman and any 2 of 3 daughters(past the age of
majority) for just an annual big box of Norwegian cookies--could she do
some sprits and rosettes too???? Maybe some fattigman also?????????
Sucks that my cookie baking younger sis in Norske Dakota just didn't bake
this year!

After being a meat cooker for so long maybe I gotta learn to bake cookies

Buzz








Kent

BTW, our best price in N. Cal for standing rib roast is $7.95/lb at
CostCo.
Thank your blessings,

To my friends on A.F.B.

A little follow up to my Christmas story. My Bestemor (Grandmother),
Tordis Jullum Bornholdt, passed away today
at the age of 98.

Born in Norway in 1908 she emigrated to the United States with her
parents Reidar and Dagny Jullum in 1916. Growing up she lived both in
the US and in Norway.

She attended St. Olaf College in Northfield Minnesota. After
attending college she moved to Mobile Alabama where her parents were
living and there met and married my Grandfather, Eivind Bornholdt a
Merchant sea captain. They had 2 children, my Mom, Bergliot and my
Uncle Reidar.

My Grandmother was what they called a homemaker for many years but
also sailed with her husband to many ports of call, especially in
Central and South America. She also was very active in local politics
as a member of the local League of Women's voters and was involved in
the 1945 UN Conference on International Organizations in San
Francisco. Shortly before my Grandfather retired she went to work as
a Kindergarten teacher at the Bank Street College School in New York.

My Grandparents lived in Berkeley, California, Tenafly, New Jersey and
Woodstock, New York. When my Grandfather became age-impaired my
Grandparents moved into my Mother's house in El Sobrante California,
where My Grandfather passed away on Chirstmas Eve in 1993 at the age
of 95.

In the 13 years since my Grandfather's death, my Grandmother traveled
back to Norway for a last visit and to New York and back to St. Olaf's
for a reunion. Her health deteriorated significantly about 3 years
ago and then again in the beginning of 2006. Her hearing failed and a
chronic knee problem confined her to a wheelchair. At the beginning
of December 2006 she had a mild stroke from which she never quite
recovered. She passed away this afternoon with my Mom sitting by her
side holding her hand.

God natt, Bestemor...




-Chef Juke
"EVERYbody Eats When They Come To MY House!"
www.chefjuke.com

Chef Juke wrote:
To my friends on A.F.B.

A little follow up to my Christmas story. My Bestemor (Grandmother),
Tordis Jullum Bornholdt, passed away today
at the age of 98.
[ . . . ]

My condolences, Chef. While you mourn her passing, remember the good times
and the long, rich life she lived! She would want that.

God natt, Bestemor.

--
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Thank a Veteran and Support Our Troops. You are not forgotten. Thanks ! ! !
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"Chef Juke" wrote in message
...
To my friends on A.F.B.

A little follow up to my Christmas story. My Bestemor (Grandmother),
Tordis Jullum Bornholdt, passed away today
at the age of 98.

Born in Norway in 1908 she emigrated to the United States with her
parents Reidar and Dagny Jullum in 1916. Growing up she lived both in
the US and in Norway.

She attended St. Olaf College in Northfield Minnesota. After
attending college she moved to Mobile Alabama where her parents were
living and there met and married my Grandfather, Eivind Bornholdt a
Merchant sea captain. They had 2 children, my Mom, Bergliot and my
Uncle Reidar.

My Grandmother was what they called a homemaker for many years but
also sailed with her husband to many ports of call, especially in
Central and South America. She also was very active in local politics
as a member of the local League of Women's voters and was involved in
the 1945 UN Conference on International Organizations in San
Francisco. Shortly before my Grandfather retired she went to work as
a Kindergarten teacher at the Bank Street College School in New York.

My Grandparents lived in Berkeley, California, Tenafly, New Jersey and
Woodstock, New York. When my Grandfather became age-impaired my
Grandparents moved into my Mother's house in El Sobrante California,
where My Grandfather passed away on Chirstmas Eve in 1993 at the age
of 95.

In the 13 years since my Grandfather's death, my Grandmother traveled
back to Norway for a last visit and to New York and back to St. Olaf's
for a reunion. Her health deteriorated significantly about 3 years
ago and then again in the beginning of 2006. Her hearing failed and a
chronic knee problem confined her to a wheelchair. At the beginning
of December 2006 she had a mild stroke from which she never quite
recovered. She passed away this afternoon with my Mom sitting by her
side holding her hand.

God natt, Bestemor...

My condolences on your loss.

"Chef Juke" wrote in message
...
To my friends on A.F.B.

A little follow up to my Christmas story. My Bestemor (Grandmother),
Tordis Jullum Bornholdt, passed away today
at the age of 98.
-Chef Juke
"EVERYbody Eats When They Come To MY House!"
www.chefjuke.com

My condolences, Pat
--
James A. "Big Jim" Whitten

www.lazyq.com

Chef Juke wrote:
To my friends on A.F.B.

A little follow up to my Christmas story. My Bestemor (Grandmother),
Tordis Jullum Bornholdt, passed away today
at the age of 98.

Born in Norway in 1908 she emigrated to the United States with her
parents Reidar and Dagny Jullum in 1916. Growing up she lived both in
the US and in Norway.

She attended St. Olaf College in Northfield Minnesota. After
attending college she moved to Mobile Alabama where her parents were
living and there met and married my Grandfather, Eivind Bornholdt a
Merchant sea captain. They had 2 children, my Mom, Bergliot and my
Uncle Reidar.

My Grandmother was what they called a homemaker for many years but
also sailed with her husband to many ports of call, especially in
Central and South America. She also was very active in local politics
as a member of the local League of Women's voters and was involved in
the 1945 UN Conference on International Organizations in San
Francisco. Shortly before my Grandfather retired she went to work as
a Kindergarten teacher at the Bank Street College School in New York.

My Grandparents lived in Berkeley, California, Tenafly, New Jersey and
Woodstock, New York. When my Grandfather became age-impaired my
Grandparents moved into my Mother's house in El Sobrante California,
where My Grandfather passed away on Chirstmas Eve in 1993 at the age
of 95.

In the 13 years since my Grandfather's death, my Grandmother traveled
back to Norway for a last visit and to New York and back to St. Olaf's
for a reunion. Her health deteriorated significantly about 3 years
ago and then again in the beginning of 2006. Her hearing failed and a
chronic knee problem confined her to a wheelchair. At the beginning
of December 2006 she had a mild stroke from which she never quite
recovered. She passed away this afternoon with my Mom sitting by her
side holding her hand.

God natt, Bestemor...


I'm so sorry to hear about this, Chef. My condolences to you and your
family during this time. One very small comforting thought for you must be
that she certainly didn't waste her short time on earth; wow, that woman
traveled! She got to see things most people only dream of and she had the
loving support of you.

She must have been a brave, caring and loving soul.

Our very best goes out to you.

kili & TFM®

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