Are you thoroughly immersed in the hustle and bustle?! Have you exhausted every ounce of energy on Christmas shopping, home decorating, cookie baking, gift wrapping and card writing?! Because if so, you’ve done it right! Holidays are so delightful and exciting, but they are also stressful, tiring and downright challenging at times. SO!! If you are down to the nitty gritty of getting it all done, and preparing the last bit of Christmas cheer that you can squeeze out of December, let me swoop in and help you with one mere little task: a recipe to conclude your Christmas menu planning. I know, I know, of all the things we have on our holiday list, the dinner STILL has to be planned, and there are still a couple holes in what is to be made on the eve of December 25th. Do not fret my friend, I have the perfect recipe for you, and it is soooo easy. In fact, the recipe I have entails you peeling onions, however, there is a very good chance that you can find already peeled onions from your local grocer, (Enter: Trader Joes), which means all you have to make is the sauce, and voila! Easy peasy, buttercup! This is a recipe that has been in my family for years, and never fails to be a crowd pleaser. So, whether you need a last minute recipe, are looking for a good story to read, or just need a quick break from present wrapping to breathe and reboot, read on, my little elf. Grab a cocktail and spend a couple minutes with me, won’t you?

My absolute favorite holiday recipe is ‘Pearl onions with Cream Sauce’, not only because they are DELICIOUS, but, because of the memories they hold for my family and me. It was my Grandmother’s recipe, and a joint effort between her and my Grandfather in making the recipe come to fruition. My Grandma, (Eleanor) would send my Grandpa, (Charles) out to the porch with a sharp knife to peel and de-root the boiled onions, while she was inside, concocting the cream sauce and all of the wonderfulness that goes into the recipe, along with preparing the entirety of Christmas dinner. I can still remember all of us kids watching Grandpa sitting in his wooden chair out on the stoop, two bowls in front of him; one for the peels, one for the onions. His big calloused hands from being a woodworker, busily cutting of the ends of the pearls, and carefully stripping off the outer layers of the delicate little onions. I can still hear the holiday music echo