Winter Solstice

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Tre Marie Panettone from Boston’s  Salumeria Italiana

My friend Jenny keeps a blog called The Lore of the Garden, and through it I discovered the winter solstice is on its way.  Today is the longest night, and after solstice, the nights slowly, incrementally become shorter.  It gets a bit fuzzy in March because the sun starts setting sooner.  According to the Gregorian Calendar, New Year is just around the corner.

One of the nicest New Year blog greetings came from Elissa Altman’s Poor Man’s Feast site with a list of wishes for her readers.  I would add a wish for panetonne, introduced to me by my friend Rosie many years ago. Instantly, after tasting it, I was transported to my childhood and the sweet, fruit-filled buns that would arrive by bike from Srirangam’s only bakery.  When I returned to India for a year of college, my eighteenth birthday was celebrated with an extraordinary fruitcake, the likes of which I have never tasted since.   In France, it was the lovely slice of fruited pound cake served on the train in a  hand-wheeled cart down the aisle which makes me nostalgic. Panetonne is like fruitcake and fruited pound-cake, but it is lighter, more brioche than pound.

Sweets for the solstice.

May your year be filled with light and strength.  May you always proofread.

3 thoughts on “Winter Solstice

  1. Lovely thoughts, thank you. However, knowing you are an accomplished writer I have to say “check your own spelling and type” before posting! I met you at the theatre with Roger Skillings this summer….typos annoy the hell out of me (hope I don’t have any here) sue and Happy Holidays to you!

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    • Dear Sue,

      Thank you for pointing out typos! ( yes, dear readers, that would be the calendar named for Pope Gregory, not George Harrison…). I went back and fixed the errors, and hope I caught them all. Happy Holidays to you as well!

      Indira

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  2. Blogs are meant for typos. They really are a little like public diaries. They fall into a bardo like the months between Solstice and Spring Equinox. I love Indira’s blogs and somehow never notice anything but the beautiful prose.

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