Last week, before the foggy weather hit, the dog and I walked on the Augusta Rail Trail at dusk. A lovely time of day. My favorite time, in fact. Augusta, the state’s capital, is not known for its beauty, but somehow, with the lights twinkling, it is beautiful. Even under the bridge.

In the comment section of my last post, my daughter Shannon reminded me that I forgot to mention that over the holidays, she and her husband, Mike, had gotten a puppy named Holly. My apologies! She’s a dear, little dog—active as can be and cute as a button. Welcome to the family, Holly!

This holiday season had rather strange bookends—in December, a couple of weeks before Christmas, my husband, Clif, fell down the front steps and broke his wrist. At the other end, on New Year’s Day, when our daughter Dee, who lives in New York, was slated to leave Portland by Concord bus, we learned that the station was closed because of a bomb threat. What to do? How would she get home?

In between, there were snow storms and good movies—The Hobbit, Les Misérables, Argo, Hitchcock, The Queen of Versailles, and Ai Weiwei: Never Sorry. We saw some of the movies at the cinema and some at home.

There were also gatherings with friends—one at our daughter Shannon’s house, where we had tacos with pulled pork, beans, and zucchini and mushrooms. Man oh man do I love this dish. We were joined by our friends Bob and Kate, whom we don’t see nearly as often as we would like. (They live out of state.)

On New Year’s Eve, our friends Joel and Alice came over, and I made Marjorie Standish’s oven-cooked beef stew. This is one of my favorite ways of making beef stew. Somehow, the slow cooking in the oven—at 300 degrees—gives this stew a terrific taste that just can’t be replicated in a cockpot. As we don’t eat beef very often, this hearty, homey stew is a real treat for us. I also made a lentil soup, from a recipe in Arthritis magazine, for Dee, who is a vegetarian. Unfortunately, this soup, while edible, was not as tasty as I had hoped.

“It’s best to stick with Moosewood,” Dee advised, and of course she is right. Still, it is good to try new recipes from time to time, even if they don’t always turn out the way you might want.

What else did we eat? On Christmas Eve, a cheddar cheese soup, with broccoli and tortellini. On Christmas Day, stuffed shells using a recipe from Cook’s, but more important, using Sorento ricotta cheese. Most ricotta is bland beyond endurance, and before I made the shells, I had Clif do some ricotta research, something he could do easily with a broken wrist. His findings? Most commercial ricottas—including Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s brands—are bland beyond endurance. Clif’s research indicated Sorento ricotta is an exception. Very good advice! With Sorento ricotta—a little sweet, a little tangy, and smooth—those stuffed shells were real gems.

And what about Dee? Did she make it out of Portland on New Year’s Day, despite the bomb threat? She did indeed. By the time her bus was scheduled to leave, the station had been thoroughly searched and no bombs were found. Dee’s bus left right on time.

In the parking lot was a camera man from one of the news stations—ABC, I think.

“Is the excitement over?” I asked as he began disassembling his camera.

“All over,” he said. “It was some homeless man with a knapsack. But no bomb.”

Well, thank goodness for that! What a strange, often scary world we live in. What to do but go forth as bravely as we can and take comfort in our friends and families, our soups, movies, and stuffed shells? Yes, I know there are many other things we can and should do, but most people can manage the small, homely acts that include generosity and the opening of their homes. To borrow from a science phrase, perhaps it is not sufficient, but it seems to me it is necessary.

‘Tis the day before Christmas, and good news abounds. My husband Clif’s broken wrist is healing nicely—no surgery necessary. Because of his wrist, I’ve had to scale back. Nevertheless, there is cooking and cleaning to be done, and I’m right on schedule.

The ice cream pies, made with homemade chocolate ice cream, are in the freezer.

For special little treats, I’ve made ginger snaps, chocolate-covered pretzels, and peanut butter balls.

Our daughter Dee, from New York, is with us, and today will be a day of wrapping presents, making stuffed shells and cheddar cheese soup, and doing the last bit of cleaning before Christmas, when our daughter Shannon and her husband, Mike, will join us in the morning. Then, in the afternoon, my brother, Steve, his wife, Rose, and their son, Patrick, will be coming as well.

A busy time but a joyous time on these dark days of the year, when the air is cold and the stars shine so brightly. I’ll probably bundle up after our dinner and take the dog up the road for a walk. All will be quiet and still. As I pass houses, Christmas lights will sparkle in the night. The dog will bark at noises only he can hear, and my little flashlight will guide us up the road.

Happy holidays to all! I’ll be on vacation next week and will resume blogging in the new year. May your season be filled with merriment and mirth as well as family, friends, and food.

Despite Clif’s broken wrist, despite the Christmas tree falling over and the great effort it took to get it back up, despite spending hours cleaning the snowy driveway and hauling wood, I still find the time to daydream about food.

Credit must given to Tammy, the owner of the hair salon I go to. On a recent visit, she told me about a dish her mother makes—haddock rolled with a commercial seafood stuffing and then the whole thing rolled in crumbs and baked. The seafood stuffing can be bought at our local grocery store, and after perusing the ingredients, I thought, Why can’t I make my own?

What would I use? Crab or shrimp or both, if I were feeling really extravagant. Bread crumbs made from either homemade bread or a good commercial bread. Garlic, roasted to take the sting out of it. Fresh tarragon, a splurge in the winter, but if I’m going to use crab meat and shrimp, then I’m not going to skimp on the tarragon. Butter. A bit of lemon juice? I’d have to fiddle with the amounts. Mix it all up, spread it on haddock, roll, brush with butter and roll in crumbs mixed with Parmesan cheese. Add some kind of chopped nuts, almonds or walnuts, for the topping?

Another possibility, which would really be gilding the lily—ditch the rolling in crumbs and make a cheese sauce to pour over the haddock. Bake at 400 degrees for 20 to 30 minutes.

I might as well daydream while I’m hauling wood and cleaning the driveway. It certainly makes the chores a lot more pleasant.

After the holidays, when things settle down, I just might try making this dish.

Last Wednesday, my husband, Clif, fell down the front steps and broke his wrist. While we are grateful that he was not more seriously hurt, coming the week before Christmas, his injury does put an interesting spin on things. Clif is now sporting a bright red cast, and until we know for sure that the bone is healing properly, he is to keep his arm and wrist as still as possible.

What this means is that he will not be able to help with the usual winter and holiday chores—shoveling, hauling wood, dipping pretzels, rolling peanut butter balls. In addition, I am now the chauffeur, and I will have to drive him to and from work. Because I have lost 65 pounds, I am confident that I can handle all the chores, and what a good feeling this is.

Still, there are only so many hours in the day, and I have made a list of what I will do, and what gets simplified.

Here is what stays on the list: cheddar cheese soup for Christmas Eve, ice cream pies and stuffed shells for Christmas Day. (Daughter Dee will be home next Sunday. I will put her little hands to work, from stuffing shells to peeling potatoes.)

Peanut butter balls and chocolate-covered pretzels are family favorites. They, too, will stay on the list. The same is true for ginger snaps.

Regrettably, homemade bread has been stricken from the list. Instead, we will make do with English muffins and deli flats. I won’t be making homemade crackers or one of my favorites—thumb print cookies.

While I am a little sorry that I have to scale back, now that there are only two hands to do all the chores, I feel that what I have kept is manageable.

So onward to Christmas, my favorite holiday. Except for the wrist, we are all well. In addition, we are warm and have plenty to eat. As the longest night of the year approaches, we turn on the blue lights on the Christmas tree as well as the white lights outside on the hedges. The multi-colored lights twinkle in the hurricane jar on the buffet by the window, bright little beacons in the dark for passersby going up and down the Narrows Pond Road.