What falls into the category of a luxury? Dining at a restaurant with a waiter whose sole function is to grind pepper? Traveling to an exotic destination where immunization shots are required?
This past year, as my son, Luc, has fully assumed his toddler stage, an afternoon to just go blank is luxury: not checking work emails, not obsessing about how many pieces of broccoli Luc has eaten or whether Cheerios are really worth the mess—floors do not have to be swept on the hour.
There is an irony about Holiday Celebrating: The assumed pressure—decorating the home and making meals that involve ingredients gathered from three markets. The approach I enjoy is to take in the company of others who allow you to slip from
the mundane routine of everyday life to relish the celebratory—albeit relaxing—notes of the season.
By Jacqueline deMontravel
Photo courtesy of Thinkstock.com
There is an irony about Holiday Celebrating: The assumed pressure—decorating the home and making meals that involve ingredients gathered from three markets. The approach I enjoy is to take in the company of others who allow you to slip from
the mundane routine of everyday life to relish the celebratory—albeit relaxing—notes of the season.
By Jacqueline deMontravel
Photo courtesy of Thinkstock.com
