My father's funeral was held on an icy-cold day in South Dakota in early January 2010. My mother's funeral fifteen years earlier, in January 1995, was so bitterly cold that internment at the cemetery following the church service was very brief. The cold is what stands out in my memory of those times, overshadowing memories of winter fun as a child. I hope I never have to return to Dakota in the winter again.
But not all things connected with cold are bad. I need my tall glass of iced-tea every morning to jump-start the day. I enjoy a glass of cold milk with warm chocolate chip cookies, and I love ice-cream year around, with pistachio being my new favorite. Papa Bear loves ice-cream even more than I do, and would be perfectly happy to have a big bowl of it nightly. :-)
Toby, my one-year-old kitty, loves ice-cubes... for playing hockey on the kitchen floor! Papa Bear started it, dropping an ice cube as he was retrieving some from our freezer drawer one day. Ever-curious Toby quickly discovered that melting ice is slippery and flies around the kitchen floor with the slightest touch. Now, as soon as he hears the freezer drawer open, he hurls himself across the room to stand ready for a complimentary ice cube. (I slip n' slide across the floor pretty well too, due to wet puddles left by Toby's hockey game!)
I have one more version of cold to share with you... my mother's most excellent Apricot Slush mix that is stored in the freezer but never freezes beyond slush consistency due to the alcohol content. I've given it for Christmas gifts and taken it to many office parties in old days, and it's always a great hit... and deceptively potent! Try some this holiday season, it's good stuff! :-) (If you prefer it less sweet, use club soda as the mixer, I do.)
I'm linking up with Brenda at BYG Adventures
where the word we are Pondering this week is "cold"