- On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
- A Partridge in a Pear Tree.
You can even catch semi-devilish, well-off NYC kids whistling the tune, as they zip past you on their slick and flashy, pre-Christmas gift Essboards, slaloming past rivers of impatient shoppers and barely missing your left foot by a few good inches. Yes, Christmas is finally here. And the twelve days are just upon us.
I've got my work cut out. Some gift shopping and lots of food shopping.
Here's the good news. For me, twelve days shrink to three days. The Friday before the eve, Christmas Eve and then Christmas day . Short isn't it ? Piece of cake ? Not so fast. My planned menus will keep me very busy and on my feet as cook and servant, for many many long hours starting early tomorrow.
Today however I get to rest a bit. The night before Christmas Eve, in long time tradition, is when Mom, my "prima magister" of cooking, makes pounds and pounds - more than 10 lbs to be exact - of "Cuddrurriedrri" for her children, lucky neighbors and relatives.
Cuddrurriedrri, now that is a rough mouthful of rolling R's for you.. Most folks I know, can't pronounce the word . It is from the local dialect spoken in Marano Marchesato in Northern Calabria, just outside of Cosenza, where I was born.
I had to search long and hard to find them referenced with this morphology . More popular variants include include Cullurielli. And of course, in their modern Italian form of "Ciambelle di patate" - Potato Doughnuts. This variant won't do it justice. Its only "Cuddrurridri" for me.
|Cuddrurridrri - Calabrian Potato Doughnuts|
Good thing that yesterday, feverish and all, I managed to start my shopping for a portion of the ingredients that I would need for tomorrow and Christmas Day . Stay tuned. Watch for my menus for day 2 and day 3.
Lots of good eats coming up.