Happy Belated Birthday to my stepson.
Silly me, I completely forgot that his birthday was yesterday, not because I forgot the birthday, but because I didn't realize that yesterday was the third.... Apparently, I do that a lot.
But that's not why I am writing about the birthday issue. I am writing this because of the word "belated".
See, when I first moved to the States, I would find greeting cards in the store that read "Happy belated birthday". I had no idea what "belated" meant. It was not a word I learned in school. (I could have looked it up in a dictionary, but never did. And yes, this was pre-google.)
Since the "belated" birthday cards could usually be found right next to "Happy Birthday to granddaughter" or "Happy birthday from uncle" I decided that the word probably meant something similar to "related". "Belated"/"related" - you see the connection, right?
I figured that a "belated" was somebody who was not related, but not quite a friend - an acquaintance so to speak.
I took me a few years to figure out what it really meant.....
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Taste of Home: German Christmas Cookies!!!
I like cooking, but baking - other than bread - has never been of much interest to me. For some reason, that changed this year. I spent the last 2 weeks before Christmas baking cookies, lots and lots of cookies.
My kids were convinced that I had lost my mind.
I don't even eat cookies, why would I bake them? I think the answer was: "Because I can".
I am actually planning on sending a tin of cookies to my Mom in Germany. She has sent me cookies in the past, but she didn't bake this year. When I told her that I would send her some this year, she cracked up laughing.
Never in a million years did she expect that I would send her cookies because (1) I don't bake and (2) I don't ever make it to the post office.
By now the baking has in fact happened and here's a picture of the tin that will be sent to my Mom (if I actually make it to the post office sometime soon.)
My kids were convinced that I had lost my mind.
I don't even eat cookies, why would I bake them? I think the answer was: "Because I can".
I am actually planning on sending a tin of cookies to my Mom in Germany. She has sent me cookies in the past, but she didn't bake this year. When I told her that I would send her some this year, she cracked up laughing.
Never in a million years did she expect that I would send her cookies because (1) I don't bake and (2) I don't ever make it to the post office.
By now the baking has in fact happened and here's a picture of the tin that will be sent to my Mom (if I actually make it to the post office sometime soon.)
Unfortunately, I suspect that they won't look like that when they get there....
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