The longest night and the shortest day.
For many years now our little family has marked this day on the calendar with an open house party full of friends, family, food, music and cheer.
It has morphed over the years as our lives shifted from lots of little kids running around, to our daughters teen friends mostly hanging in the attic, to very adult cocktails and chat.
We started this celebration as a way to make something special for our daughter as we navigated holidays tied to religions that neither my husband nor I practiced.
He was raised Jewish and I was raised Catholic, so we have small Christmas tree and we light the menorah, but the Solstice party (with latkes and Christmas cookies) was what we cooked up as our tradition.
I always like throwing parties.
Planning a menu, stocking the bar, decorating the house, and playing hostess to myriad friends, acquaintances and colleagues makes me happy.
I enjoy laying out a buffet of chafing dishes filled with latkes, arancini, and spinach dip followed by the totally fun moment of lighting the canned heat.
Plotting out the perfect cheese board and artfully arranging crudités, spiced nuts, olives and crackers is a delight. Arranging tiers of Christmas cookies, chocolates and torrone (which only I eat), makes me merry.
For me, it’s deeply satisfying to share love and friendship through food, wine and conversation.
And of course any excuse to wear a cocktail dress and red lipstick is always welcome.
This year, because of the pandemic, we won’t host our Solstice Party but our little family will raise a glass to toast the longest night and know that we are moving again toward the sun.
Wishing you joy in what ever holiday(s) you celebrate in the winter season, and hope for a sunny tomorrow.