Yep, all done shopping. I am sitting here watching the Patriots game and doing the prep work for Christmas Eve and Christmas dinner. Only myself and my mom this year, so I am really putting on the dog for food.
Christmas Eve, all fish, no meat. Pierogi, home made, calamari sauce, fried shrimp, shrimp maranara sauce and crab cakes with salsa.
Christmas, full course prime rib of beef, popovers, stuffed mushrooms, roasted potatoes and vegetables, onion soupe gratinee and salad.
Of course I’m done shopping! And baking and wrapping and visiting the neighbors – in fact I’m such a dork I saw something at a price I couldn’t pass up for next year – I call them seed gifts! Bought two, one for Phil and one for his brother, gotta stay “even” ya know ……… all I gotta do is remember I have them and where I put them.
Seeing Anthony L.’s description of tomorrow nights homemade feast made me think of my Dad and his “Scandahoovian” roots. He had to have oyster stew (not bad), pickled herring and worst of all pickled pigs feet to munch on Christmas Eve. Yucka, yucka, yucka. Anthony’s sounds much more palatable.
Yep, all done shopping. I am sitting here watching the Patriots game and doing the prep work for Christmas Eve and Christmas dinner. Only myself and my mom this year, so I am really putting on the dog for food.
Christmas Eve, all fish, no meat. Pierogi, home made, calamari sauce, fried shrimp, shrimp maranara sauce and crab cakes with salsa.
Christmas, full course prime rib of beef, popovers, stuffed mushrooms, roasted potatoes and vegetables, onion soupe gratinee and salad.
Merry Christmas to all…
Yup. Wifey isn’t, though. She’s still out braving the crowds as I write…
Of course I’m done shopping! And baking and wrapping and visiting the neighbors – in fact I’m such a dork I saw something at a price I couldn’t pass up for next year – I call them seed gifts! Bought two, one for Phil and one for his brother, gotta stay “even” ya know ……… all I gotta do is remember I have them and where I put them.
Seeing Anthony L.’s description of tomorrow nights homemade feast made me think of my Dad and his “Scandahoovian” roots. He had to have oyster stew (not bad), pickled herring and worst of all pickled pigs feet to munch on Christmas Eve. Yucka, yucka, yucka. Anthony’s sounds much more palatable.
Wishing everybody a wonderful holiday.