I'm making an authentic Ukrainian meal tonight for dinner to celebrate, and I am so grateful for the Ukrainian recipes that my grandmother left behind. I was thumbing through them today, going over the preparation for tonight's meal, and I felt so blessed to have this collection all in her handwriting. It's so special to me. It's a piece of her. I have such fond memories of helping her in the kitchen - mixing up the big bowl of rice and beef for the hollabchu, rolling out dough for pedaha, and braiding the paska.
Tonight we will recognize this holiday with a dinner of borscht, crusty bread, Chicken Kiev, fried potatoes, and yabluchnyk for dessert. We'll light some candles and fill up the goblets with sparkling cider (since we're a dry family here.) :) We also have one small gift for each child.
This is our little family's first year to celebrate the Orthodox Christmas, and I hope that it becomes an annual celebration. Family traditions have a way of stitching together the bonds of a family. They are practiced with the anticipation of being passed through many generations. They often cement together the gaps that the miles and years leave behind. This new year I want to be more intentional about the traditions we celebrate as a family.
Have a blessed weekend!