{"id":2682,"date":"2015-12-13T18:06:16","date_gmt":"2015-12-13T23:06:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/?p=2682"},"modified":"2015-12-13T18:06:16","modified_gmt":"2015-12-13T23:06:16","slug":"the-little-red-hen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2015\/12\/13\/the-little-red-hen\/","title":{"rendered":"The Little Red Hen"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"the<\/a><\/p>\n

Who will help me\u2026bake? Who will help me\u2026decorate? Who will help me\u2026sort and wrap? Not I said everyone. But if I said, Who will help me be remembered? What then?<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not that I need the help, its therapeutic work for me, and nostalgic. I have rituals that surround the cookie making and I get lost in the music I\u2019m playing the smells I\u2019m smelling, and the memories of those in\u00a0whose steps I\u2019m following. My mother says it\u2019s all in the hands that makes the food taste the way so and so made it. I get that, sometimes I actually see that when I watch my hands and they don\u2019t look or move like mine.<\/p>\n

\"little<\/a><\/p>\n

I\u2019m not sure if people even really enjoy these cookies each year. We\u2019ve become a society of gift cards and obligation rather than traditions and giving from the heart. I\u2019m saddened sometimes that there isn\u2019t anyone I can teach these recipes to or pass along the little book of secret ingredients. Although my dear Dina and Daniel give me hope each summer when we make \u201cMommy\u2019s favorite cookies\u201d. That\u2019s about as close as I come to sharing and teaching and laughing and seeing the end result light up their faces.<\/p>\n

\"little<\/a> \"little<\/a><\/p>\n

I know some of my nearest and dearest appreciate the work and the love that goes into this gift each year. Those of you that have swooned over the first bite of a pignoli nut cookie, or squirreled away the Italian cookies in the freezer to be pulled out one at a time when needed, or dipped an anisette cookie in your coffee at three in the afternoon, or tasted one of each as soon as you got them know that these aren\u2019t just cookies. You know this is my gift to you from generations past and my contribution to their legacy.<\/p>\n

\"little<\/a><\/p>\n

There would be no greater gift than to have someone join me in the kitchen as I choreograph several trays into and out of the oven, mixing bowls and cooling racks all the while listening to Andre Boccelli assure me that my busy hands are honoring those who came before me and that somehow these cookies won\u2019t disappear when I do.<\/p>\n

\"little<\/a><\/p>\n

And so while the little red head was trying to teach a lesson on the virtues of a good work ethic and personal initiative I\u2019m trying, as always, to teach a lesson in legacy. Hoping that someone will want to hold tight to holiday food traditions<\/u><\/a>, my holiday food traditions, before they need to be recreated later on\u2026much later on. Anybody?<\/p>\n

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Who will help me\u2026bake? Who will help me\u2026decorate? Who will help me\u2026sort and wrap? Not I said everyone. But if I said, Who will help me be remembered? What then? It\u2019s not that I need the help, its therapeutic work … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[466,6],"tags":[669,670,355,668],"class_list":["post-2682","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-its-a-legacy-thing","category-pause-points","tag-ordinarylegacyinthemaking","tag-anybody","tag-cookies","tag-food-traditions"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p27hQ5-Hg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2682","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2682"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2682\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2687,"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2682\/revisions\/2687"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2682"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2682"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2682"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}