|This is my sister, Melissa. Don’t mind the fro.
Except sometimes it gets in the way when we’re
chopping onions for ‘Around the World’ Xmas.
The first year, we were really elaborate and had a map on the wall with tags indicating the country each entree was from. We had Caprese salad, stuffed grape leaves, Mexican corn bread, fruit salad in a hulled-out pineapple, curry chicken, hand-wrapped wontons, and a bunch of other stuff that we couldn’t finish because we made too much.
|Elaborately tagged map|
|My niece with some of our worldly food.|
Last year, I think we had Swedish meatballs we cooked up from Ikea, tamales we bought already made, and microwaved dumplings from Trader Joe’s.
And this year, at the rate we’re going – they’re coming over on Saturday and we still haven’t talked about our menu – it may end up being Taco Bell with a side of sauerkraut and some Danish butter cookies for dessert. Let’s talk, Melissa.
And no, we’ve never made this for our “Around the World” Xmas dinner. Maybe Melissa will surprise me with one this year. (hint-hint)
I prefer Lucerne Light Egg Nog without the liquor. Drinking egg nog is like sitting in the clouds just below Buche de Noel Heaven.
I thought about photoshopping a picture of a cloud with Buche de Noel sitting above it. But then realized it would take too long, so I didn’t.
Let me tell you why I’m serious. It’s a nostalgic thing. We have this music box or rotating music thingy, whatever you want to call it, and on my sister’s first Christmas, I remember my dad holding it up for her to see (she was a month old) over her bassinet and letting it spin around and play it’s music. I still have the music thingy. It sits on my mantel every Christmas. And I think about that one moment every time I pull it out of the box and put it on the mantel. And then I turn the knobby and let it spin and play.
I’m in Chicago, so there’s usually snow on the ground all year long. Or at least it seems like it. But, yes, there usually is snow on the ground, I think. Not sure about this year though. Although a storm is approaching, as I type.
Steve just proofed this for me and said my answer to question #5 was flat. But I don’t really have anything funny to write about snow. Other than don’t eat it if it’s yellow, and that’s really not funny because everybody knows it. So, really, it’s a cliche. Bleh. Anyhoo, I’m at the end of my rope for funny stuff and this post is growing like a weed, so let me cut to the chase and get on with the rest of the show…the clock is ticking…or I could just talk until I’m blue in the face, but there’s no time like the present…