12/24/2025
Holiday traditions often feel bigger in memory than they do in the moment. Most of what we later call tradition didn’t announce itself as such at the time. A favorite meal prepared the same way each year, cookies baked in the same order, ornaments unwrapped from their boxes and hung while reminiscing, a house that smelled like butter, spice, & pine.
It isn’t scale or spectacle, but attention and repetition that make these kind of things special. It’s the meaning & enthusiasm we pour into them without realizing we’re even doing it. Over time, these small, repeated acts begin to hold weight, because they bring joy to remember and excitement to recreate.
For me, one of those memories is making halupki with my grandmother around the holidays. Hours spent in the kitchen, cabbage leaves softening, rice and meat mixed by hand, familiar steps repeated.
Halupki is a traditional dish found across many Slavic cultures, especially in winter and holiday gatherings. It’s made from simple, nourishing ingredients meant to feed many people and hold well through cold days. The process is slow and communal by nature, requiring time, hands, and shared effort, which is part of why it became woven into family gatherings. It’s food shaped by place, season, and necessity, and like many traditional dishes, it carries memory. 🫶🏼✨️
Anyone have any traditional holiday favorites?