A New Year, a New Decade … a New Perspective …

A New Year, a New Decade … a New Perspective …

I remember vividly how shiny and newly waxed our linoleum floors became around the Holidays, circa 1956. During the Christmas season my mom works feverishly all week scrubbing the house until it sparkles top to bottom. Most fun of all was putting on my flannel PJs and running down, what seems like a very long hallway, and dropping to the floor, sliding all the way on its sheen into the kitchen, yelping in delight. Upon the white Formica table sat bowls of cookie dough and the metal dyes in shapes of trees and stars waiting to be transformed into yummy buttery goodness, in Christmas colors. I scoop a finger or two of raw dough before adding the green dye. I still conjure this taste in my mouth.