I didn’t become a humorless perfectionist, amazing hostess, or Martha Stewart-clone the moment I became a mother. I am just me, with kids.
I did not even make this gingerbread house with my 4-year old; my 26-year old sister did it. I did, however, encourage him to personalize it with things from around our house.
And now it is a reflection of our holiday: 50% Christmas, 50% Hanukkah, and 100% gangsta.
Whether you feel that making the holidays special for your child is an honor or an obligatory drag, you can inject some personality into your traditions. I’ll be serving a yogurt curry sauce along side my zuchinni latkes tomorrow. That’s how we roll in the Gourmet Ghetto.
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