When I was a kid the holidays were spent either in mountain snow, or desert sun. I was campaigning for Palm Springs at Christmas, but with family and friends coming in from across the pond, across the country, and across town, we’ve decided to make Hollywood holiday central.
This time of year — from Thanksgiving to the New Year — breakfast seems more of an event than dinner. I love the scent of coffee brewing on a chilly morning, the look of sliced bright red strawberries, the bright blue glow of the gas burner beneath a sizzling skillet of bacon.
And I love the unguarded moments when people first wander into the kitchen, dreams still faintly hovering, hair tousled, pajamas layered with a sweater. I tend to chirp in the morning, some people rumble, others offer their first words sparingly. We all bump along together, hands grazing as we work at stove or counter. Nothing seems so sweet to me as that first light choreography.
Happy holidays, and here’s to you, V