I had to think about this one for a bit. Then I realized, Beginning, for me, is coffee.
I wake up every morning, just after my husband, and make him a fresh latte to take to work. Once he’s on his way, I have my breakfast and do a bit of cleaning around the house. But my day does not begin until I’ve had my coffee.
I like a medium-dark roast, ground fresh each morning and brewed with tap water. Our water is slightly hard, which I prefer over softened, for coffee. My coffee is taken black – no cream, no sugar, no fuss.
With the first sip, my day officially begins.
Until I’ve had coffee, today remains the dregs of yesterday.
I cannot recall having pork and sauerkraut for dinner on New Year’s, but it was a meal my husband grew up with. Family tradition. It’s good luck or something, right?
As a new wife, I was happy to incorporate new traditions and attempt my hand at this oddly delicious combination of foods. The problem? I’d never eaten it, let alone cooked it.
My first attempt was decent, considering. A bit soggy as it had cooked all day in the slow cooker. The second attempt? Far too sweet with the addition of apples, brown sugar and apple cider. This year? By George, I think I’ve got it.