It's eleven am, on Christmas Eve. Tonight all our kids and a couple of their friends will be descending on the house for our annual dinner and presents. So far I've made a pan of bread pudding and two pumpkin pies. Got two pans of pie cookies in the oven, and three loaves of whole wheat bread rising. Resting for a few minutes, before the grand baby comes over, and I start on the rest of the goodies - Zuppa Toscano, a big salad, two pans of a wonderful Midwestern comfort food dish whose name I don't know, we just named it after the lady who gave my mother the recipe a millennium ago. And Snickerdoodles, chocolate-orange bars, and maybe toffee.
   Whew.