
DONE! Thanks to all forty-five of you who entered, I was totally surprised by the numbers. And I love reading your comments, the stories and moments and seeing which were mentioned several times, and who threw out a few curveballs. Lovely. Also, there was a hilarious (to me), moment where two ladies named Emily both mentioned the same holiday movie moment - I checked e-mail addresses, because I was like 'No WAY,' but really, it happened. And I love it. Thank you again for participating in the first-ever giveaway, and I hope it won't be the last one.
So, a few weeks ago I posed a question to anyone who cared to answer it - Would you be interested in entering a giveaway, the first I've ever done, if the prize was a Cashmere sweater. The comments I received seemed down, so if you're not down, talk to those six or seven fools who ruined it for you. Put on your rowdy pants.
I have one of these sweaters, black and V-necked, and it is gorgeous. I once wrote about wanting a magazine that would do touch-tests on affordable cashmere, letting a panel of five year olds decide which was softest and nicest. I don't have five year olds at my disposal, currently, maybe that will change in the new year, but I do have my own tiny, picky hands and this is soft. This is soft, and beautiful, with a rich, true color (dark, heavy black) and it fits nicely, it doesn't just box out - it is tasteful, I think, but I wasn't expecting it to feel as modern as it does, and I wasn't expecting the silhouette to fit in as nicely with my wardrobe and 'look' as it did. Lands' End even included a tiny packet of spare cashmere thread, in case any holes (store with cedar!) need stitching. But the shape, is lovely and I can wear it on dates and on dates. With my Grandpa. My sweater makes me feel like Joan.
And, it is a nice, personal luxury, which I think most of us are unable to give ourselves right now. This is guilt-free, fools. You are going to pay nothing for this. And if you like, you could even give it as a present. I'm down with that. If you've got someone who would love this, and you're that into it, send their size instead of your own. I fully support that. Now, let's get you into this sweater.
Some basics: First, thank you to Katie, who contacted me about doing this. Thanks to Lands' End, because I was pretty sure I was banned from your stores and website.
Now, how are we going to do this. I have no idea how many of you will want to enter this. I'm guessing ten. So: What is your Favorite (Winter) Holiday Movie Food Moment or What is your Favorite Holiday Food Memory?
When Meredith dumps strata all over herself, in 'The Family Stone'? When Kevy sits down for some Crocodile Curls and a giant sundae before thwarting old men in 'Home Alone'? Roast Beast in 'The Grinch'? Turkey Destruction in 'A Christmas Story'? The Hot Cocoa dispenser in 'The Santa Clause'? Turkish Delight and hot chocolate in 'Narnia'? I have no doubt some of these will overlap, don't worry about that. I plan on using the random number generator, which as Not Martha says, is "...cold and unfeeling", after picking my own 10 favorite memories/entries/explanations - make these tales good, friends. Make me weep, laugh, coo, any reaction is fine. So if only ten of you enter, you're golden, you're already in the finals.
You have until 12 midnight (Pacific Time) on Wednesday, December 10th 2008 to enter. Finalists will be announced by Friday, noon, and the winner soon after, on this site. You need to include your name and e-mail address, and after the winner is announced (by name and comment), you will need to e-mail me so we can get your body swaddled in goat fibers as soon as possible.
GROSS IMPORTANT STUFF
. The Giveaway is open to residents of the United States and Canada only. I am so sorry if you are outside those borders. I have something in mind to make it up to you, though, in a month or two.
. If you know me, birthed me, if we have sat face to face and you have heard my voice, fought with me or seen me in varying states of undress for whatever reason, you are ineligible.
. You have your choice of styles, sizes (Misses, Womens, Petite, Tall), colors (though those vary, depending on the style) and necklines - Crew, V and Scoop. I myself went for the Low V, because I'm obscene like that.
. If you win, WHEN you win, you will need to send me your information (address, name, size/style/color preferences - 1st and 2nd choice) and I will pass that on to Katie, who will pass it on to the company, who will send you your sweater. That is the chain of people who will see your information, and there are no people with axes on that list.
. I do not work for Lands' End. I was not paid to mention them on the site. They do not have a stake in this website nor the content on it, and I am sure they are happy about that - the words and profanity contained on these pages do not represent the company, their employees, customers or any other related entities.
. Treat your sweater nice. Tuck her in at night. Take her out for dinner. She works hard.
. Happy Holidays, and Good Luck!
My favorite holiday food moment is in White Christmas. Bing and Rosemary Clooney are sitting by a SWEET fireplace in the mountain ski lodge because neither can sleep. They make up a tray with...wait for it...liverwurst sandwiches and glasses of buttermilk to help them sleep but end up singing. A potentially gross moment turned into a sentimental ditty. nice.
Posted by: Emily | December 10, 2008 at 11:15 AM
Around Christmas time, my mom always makes a huge batch of this really spicy and delicious Chex Mix called Texas Trash, which came from some old Junior League of Houston cookbook. She makes so much of it that it takes up every container in the house, including the big tupperware cake container. When my poor little brother was only 3 or 4 years old, he opened the refrigerator and dislodged the huge Chex-filled cake container that his big sister had tried to slide back on top. He was showered with ten pounds of Chex which freaked him out, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. The sad part was that we had to throw out all of that Texas Trash.
Posted by: Jenn | December 10, 2008 at 10:58 AM
Around Christmas time, my mom always makes a huge batch of this really spicy and delicious Chex Mix called Texas Trash, which came from some old Junior League of Houston cookbook. She makes so much of it that it takes up every container in the house, including the big tupperware cake container. When my poor little brother was only 3 or 4 years old, he opened the refrigerator and dislodged the huge Chex-filled cake container that his big sister had tried to slide back on top. He was showered with ten pounds of Chex which freaked him out, but the rest of us thought it was pretty funny. The sad part was that we had to throw out all of that Texas Trash.
Posted by: Jenn | December 10, 2008 at 10:55 AM
My Christmas food memories always center on making cut-out cookies, which we would do every year with the same recipe and the same cookie cutters. My dad would frost the cookies (some things about this still haven't changed - we have to remind him every year which primary colors to mix when he wants to make green frosting), my sister and I would make ornate (to an 8-year-old anyway) designs with a variety of sprinkles, and then my dad would get annoyed because it took us forever to decorate and we'd never let him eat our masterpieces when we were done. We still get together with aunts and uncles to make these, and now I have little cousins causing the problems - like when my 3-year-old cousin decided to take a little nibble out of every cookie she decorated.
Posted by: Anne | December 10, 2008 at 10:44 AM
My favorite holiday food memory is when my friends and I created a holiday meal later on because we wouldn't be able to get together on the actual day. It was a ton of fun breaking out traditional recipes to celebrate afterwards, prolonging my favorite time of the year!
Posted by: Priti | December 10, 2008 at 08:32 AM
My mother made cutout sugar cookies every year for me and my brothers when we were little: there was a candy cane, the Santas (both face and full-body), a wreath, a tree, etc. She would mix up different colors of frosting, give us sprinkles and we would sit around the table and decorate them. As the budding artist of the family, mine were always the best, of course. And then we would leave them for Santa. My mom still makes about 2 dozen varieties of cookies, so I never have to!
My favorite Christmas movie is 'A Child's Christmas in Wales,' from the story by Dylan Thomas. PBS used to show it every year, but not anymore, sadly. It was lovely.
Posted by: Peggasus | December 10, 2008 at 08:28 AM
Ah, cashmere. The master of de-lurking.
My boyfriend and I had been dating for almost a year and we were about to spend our first Christmas together when I decided it would be completely brilliant and awesome to make homemade donuts for Christmas morning. Well, I was a poor college student and I didn't own exactly the right equipment the recipe said I needed. But a meat thermometer and a sauce pot (just the right size for macaroni and cheese!) should work fine, right? I mean, who doesn't love a fresh donut? Of course a meat thermometer does not really measure boiling oil so well, so I was estimating my ass off, and ended up burning the shit out of these donuts (which of course were chocolate, so you couldn't actually tell they had had the shit burned out of them). I so proudly presented them to my boyfriend, and even though the whole apartment reeked of burned oil and dough, he ate up a whole plate of them. A year later we were married, and I haven't made him eat donuts since.
Posted by: Sara | December 10, 2008 at 08:06 AM
one of my all time favorite desserts is a very simple chocolate pudding pie that my mom makes. she only makes it on thanksgiving and christmas and i think that's why i like the holidays so much. one of my cousins was visiting and i kept telling her about this pie all week long. how it was so good, how the chocolate was so thick and creamy, how a dallop of cool whip went perfectly with it, how the homeade crust was perfectly flaky and had just the right amount of crisco taste to it. now, i'm an only child so i normally get to eat all of the pie i want and my mom knows to automatically reserve half of it for me. but, since we had family in town, we only had enough for one piece per person. so, as i'm anxiously bringing my piece back to my bedroom and excitedly telling my cousin that this is it, this is the moment you will experience euphoria at age 12, i put my plate on my bed, turn around, get distracted and... sit on it. : (
Posted by: april | December 10, 2008 at 07:21 AM
Ahhhh, the Jewish Christmas thing. Years ago, before my brother and I had married our respective non-Jewish spouses, I went down to LA from Seattle to see him. And he and I went to see "Drugstore Cowboy" in, I think, Century City, and then had Chinese. It was the perfect sibling-bonding Christmas.
Posted by: Melissa | December 09, 2008 at 09:50 PM
Oh man my favorite food related memory would have to be the first time I tried to make "candy" for my family and it turned out to be a huge, horrible disaster when I never really understood the part between soft ball and hard ball and somehow ended up turning the candy into nightmarish burnt sugar and cinnamon but my father still lovingly ate every single piece, until on one of the last bites, two of his fillings fell out and the pain was apparently overwhelming but he smiled through it until in the middle of the night he had to go to an emergency dentist. Now, about 15 years later, he still brings up the night of a thousand candy cane nightmares.
Posted by: Anna | December 09, 2008 at 07:55 PM
my first christmas away from my family, up in alaska, with my husband and my brother-in-law. the refridgerator breaks down. we store food on the front porch. the night before christmas, there was a huge snow storm. christmas morning my brother-in-law dives head first into a snowbank to find something for breakfast.
Posted by: Kelly M | December 09, 2008 at 06:20 PM
gosh there are some really lovely stories here!
this is my first Christmas as a single mum, so i'm kind of feeling my way!
listening to everyone's stories, it seems to me those special Christmas memories are the ones that don't cost money or come from a store, they don't have batteries and the latest new-fangled gadgetry - the memories that stand out are the ones that just involve time.
time slows, the lull of companionship and love for your family descends on you as you do something simple, like ice cookies or make snowflake decorations from paper doilies. the fact that you're not the best cookie-maker, that your icing is sort of lumpy or too runny or your snowflake is slightly wonky doesn't matter because you're creating a moment that will only sparkle more in your memory, as time goes on.
Posted by: the projectivist | December 09, 2008 at 04:37 PM
Darn it! My favorite was already cited: A Christmas Story dinner scene at the Chinese restaurant - especially the "fra-la-la-la-la-la" singing by the Chinese waiters.
Anyway, instead, I'll present my #2 favorite holiday movie food moment: Home Alone.
Now, I won't lie, I might have watched Home Alone like a bazillion times as an adolescent because I'm the same age as Macaulay and let's just say he might have been my first real crush. (My Girl? Also saw that like eleventy hundred times.)
My favorite food moment is at the very beginning, when Kevin gets into a fight over the pizza and gets relegated to the attic, and pisses and moans about his "stupid family". Because really, isn't that what Christma-kwanza-kah was like when YOU were a kid? Perhaps a little sibling fighting (we fought over food all the time - who gets the wishbone, why does HE get to sit at the "big table", she got a bigger piece of pie than me), a little chaos with the family, and then at the end, warm fuzzies and family togetherness.
Cheers!
Posted by: Lindsay | December 09, 2008 at 04:15 PM
I always look forward to the holidays so I can eat beef sausage with cheddar cheese as much as I want want all December long. Any other time of the year eating it just seems wrong.
Posted by: Stephanie | December 09, 2008 at 03:49 PM
Ok so this probably doesn’t fit the mold for a traditional classic food moment in a film but thinking of the following scene always makes me smile... In the movie "Love Actually", there is a scene where Karen (Emma Thompson) is speaking with her young daughter (Daisy) who has big news. The dialogue goes something like this:
Karen: So what's this big news, then?
Daisy: (excited) We've been given our parts in the nativity play. And I'm the lobster.
Karen: The lobster?
Daisy: Yeah!
Karen: In the nativity play?
Daisy: (beaming) Yeah, "first" lobster.
Karen: There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
Daisy: Duh.
Later in the movie you see the kids dressed up in their nativity lobster uniforms. Truly funny! :)
This scene always has me in stitches each time I watch it!
Posted by: Missy | December 09, 2008 at 03:38 PM
When I was a kid, I was a consummate hoarder of food, especially over the holidays. I would go to grandma's house and every time I'd be offered an "After 8" mint or a sugar cookie, I'd stick it in my pocket for later. Sometimes, I'd go into her bedroom after dinner and burrow underneath all the guests' coats and break open the stash. I'm sure more than one person went home wondering how crushed candy canes and shortbread crumbs got smeared into the lining of their jacket.
Posted by: Michelle | December 09, 2008 at 01:54 PM
ooooh, the cashmere....
my favorite holiday food memory would have to be baking cookies with my aunt. she would pull her big dining-room-table-chair up to the counter and let me go haywire, squeezing frosting from the decorators tubes and pouring colored sugar into mounds on top of the dough...i always over-did it, and she never criticized or tried to reign-in my decorating prowess..it was awesome.
and now -i- am the one dragging the chair up to the counter for my four-year-old to stand on...it still -is- awesome.
Posted by: licia. | December 09, 2008 at 12:20 PM
Every year on the day after Thanksgiving my aunt would sit down with my sister and I and make one ornate, perfect gingerbread house. You see, she had 3 little boys of her own who had no interest in taking the time to meticulously place gumdrops or red hots. Instead, she would come over to our house, piping bags in had and share with us, her nieces, her favorite tradition of the hoildays.
We did it every year. The year we were too little to really help, but ate enough candy to make us sick. They year I pushed the gingerbread off the table mid-temper tantrum. Even the year she was diagnosed with colon cancer.
She passed away in May 2004.
When November 2004 rolled around my sister and I decided that we would still make a gingerbread house. As we pulled out the plastic reindeer and the working miniature street light we paused. My eyes brimmed with memory-filled tears and we looked at each other; remembering our beloved, recently departed aunt who loved those molasses-built houses so much.
And that moment, right there, is my favorite Christmas food moment of all time.
Posted by: Katie | December 09, 2008 at 11:53 AM
My favorite holiday food memory...
It was the first time I was considered enough of a grown-up to be expected to bring something to the extended family's Christmas Eve gathering. I made Nigella's chocolate espresso cake with cafe latte cream.
Now, everyone in my family can COOK. Like, seriously - a table full of amazing food. So imagine my pride when everyone started coming up to me after dessert, raving about my cake. The best of all--my aunt who pulled me close and whispered in my ear "That cake! It is like sex!"
I make the "sex cake" every year now.
Posted by: Missy | December 09, 2008 at 10:59 AM
My favorite food memory with Christmas is our annual Ginger Bread Building contest on Christmas Eve. My family is, how should I put it... competitive. Each year we trash talk up until the day, each desperately wanting that bobble head trophy (it has a blank face with a space to insert your own picture). We wait until my mom starts the timer and then we dive in, each using our "secret" candy ingredients. Inevitably, my house falls apart or I can't get my ingredients to stick. This is always such a good time and full of good laughing. I probably should point out that I'm the youngest at 28, so this healthy competition isn't even with kids!
Posted by: Ashley | December 09, 2008 at 10:44 AM
I'm going for a memory... My grandmother was a lovely, charming woman, who wasn't much of a baker normally, or so I'm told. But every single year when I was a child, I would spend an afternoon with her, my sister and my cousin in her kitchen making sugar cookies. Simple rolled out sugar cookies, cut in to all sorts of festive shapes. We would "help", our help improving over the years, I'm sure. After they were baked, we'd get to ice them however we wanted.
The best part? The cookies would get stored until people came over, when they'd go up on the cookie tree. This was a wooden dowel Christmas tree that one of my grandfather's students had made for him. Each cookie would hand on a string and get placed on the cookie tree amidst other little Christmas ornaments. It was the best part of Christmas - everyone would admire your hard work and then you could go eat the cookies from the tree. I still remember the taste of the crunchy icing and the occasional bites of strings I'd get from eating them too excitedly.
I should go find that tree and roll out some cookies, I think...
Posted by: Morgan | December 09, 2008 at 10:42 AM
When I was little, we never ever fried anything ever and seldom *ate* things that were fried. But once a year, when Hanukkah rolled around, my mom would fire up the electric skillet and dump in an inch of oil, and fry fry fry enough latkes to last way more than eight nights.
The house reeked of fried potatoes & onions for days afterwards, but as a kid I just assumed that's what the holidays smelled like.
Posted by: Stef | December 09, 2008 at 10:30 AM
Somehow, this one manages to cut through even my most viscous cynical tendencies: the scene in Little Women when Kirsten Dunst prances around the dining room waxing rhapsodic about an orange. "Oh, isn't is GLORIOUS?!" An orange. Bless her little heart.
Then they pack up all that shit and give it to the Hummels.
Posted by: Laura | December 09, 2008 at 10:04 AM
My fave food scene has to be the Chinese Christmas feast in A Christmas Story. Everything about it cracks me up - the singing waiters, the goose neck...
Posted by: Kara | December 09, 2008 at 09:54 AM
Cashmere and food! Two of my favorite things!
Okay, it absolutely kills me in Elf when Buddy lets out a fantastically long and loud burp while having spaghetti dinner with his newfound family, then turns to his new little brother and says, "Did you hear that?" That joke never fails to crack everyone up when reenacted between me and my friends.
Also, the bluegrass song Barbeque in Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas, with the lyric, "Barbeque lifts my spirit, I swear that it never fails" takes me right back to my childhood and my southern roots.
Posted by: Laura | December 09, 2008 at 09:41 AM