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Better late than never [Dec. 13th, 2014|01:24 pm]
Marissa Lingen

The last of the lussekatter are just out of the oven now, and it’s noon. When I woke up, I could smell yeast and saffron all the way from upstairs, but not because they were baking, because the yeast was good yeast and the dough had risen overnight.

A friend of mine was in the hospital this week quite unexpectedly, and she came home yesterday and was well enough to visit finally. And there was enough Mris to stir up the lussekatter dough and visit my friend or to make the lussekatter all the way through and make sure they were ready the minute I woke up on Santa Lucia Day. But not both, and well. Here we are, and I could still smell them when I woke up, promising: don’t worry, we’re still here, you didn’t miss it. There’s still time.

It’s never too late to kick at the darkness, to do your part to beat back at it until the sun returns. It’s grey and wet here, too warm for December but not in a way that does anyone any good. Mark has had to go out of town too much this fall, and he was glum having to get up so early, and I didn’t have a saffron bun to cheer him; I’ll have to save one out for his return.

But Tim brought the guitar upstairs so that we could sing “This Year” and “Lovers in a Dangerous Time” and “In the Dark” in the kitchen while the lussekatter baked. And this year I have homemade orange curd to put on them, because part of figuring out gluten-free baking for our loved ones this year is extra egg yolks. From limitation, abundance. Orange will go well with saffron and blueberry. Not in the way we expected, but we find our way around to good, even in the dark days.

2006 2007 part one 2007 part two 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012

Originally published at Novel Gazing Redux


[User Picture]From: mrissa
2014-12-13 06:26 pm (UTC)
(Do you ever have a very vivid memory of some totally trivial detail? I remembered, quite vividly, that Velma was the first to comment on my 2007 lussekatter post after they succeeded, the second 2007 post. And I went back to it to do the links just now, and there she was, familiar face-icon. And she won't be the first to comment on this one, or the sixth or the twentieth.

Sometimes it's easy to find the place to kick the darkness from, I tell you what.)
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[User Picture]From: timprov
2014-12-13 06:48 pm (UTC)
I was thinking that as I reread them.
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[User Picture]From: buymeaclue
2014-12-13 06:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you for this.

(And for being Mris.)

Edited at 2014-12-13 06:48 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: mrissa
2014-12-13 08:08 pm (UTC)
Mrissing: it's what's available to me.
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[User Picture]From: mrissa
2014-12-14 02:40 pm (UTC)
I hope not in a bad way.
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From: okrablossom.dreamwidth.org
2014-12-15 01:12 am (UTC)
Thank you.
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[User Picture]From: zelda888
2014-12-15 06:02 pm (UTC)
The past couple of years, I have made lussekatter for New Year's Day, rather than Santa Lucia Day. But recently I considered last winter, which was unusually hard here in Chicagoland-- I thought I had this Illinois winter thing handled, and then there was last winter. And I considered the predictions that this winter will be even worse, and I concluded that this is a two-lussekatter winter.

So I bought an extra gram of saffron, and on Friday night I put on the Voices of Winter album to sing with for the kneading. It's a good one:
I am looking at a witch hazel
Blooming in a garden
Bright yellow flowers
In the middle of wintertime
And I tell my heart be strong
Like the witch hazel flower
And you will not be injured
By this dark and troubled time

I'd like to see that last bit rewritten, because "not be injured" is obviously an absurdity, but still. And Saturday night I took the buns to a housefilk, and we ate Swedish meatballs and fought the darkness with singing. For one of my turns, I read your 2006 post-- had a little trouble with the parts that always make me cry (in a good way)-- and then we ate more lussekatter and sang more. So thank you for your part in that.

Edited at 2014-12-15 06:03 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: timprov
2014-12-15 07:37 pm (UTC)
Most every year here is a two-lussekatter winter, as I also generally want them for my birthday in mid-February. I think it's good to have one toward the oh no this is going to last forever part of winter.
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[User Picture]From: mrissa
2014-12-15 08:48 pm (UTC)
I am so glad.
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