Christmas 2013 Let's share some traditions..........and a special poem for all of you!!
Christmas Eve is spent at my house, my parents come over and spend the night, a tradition which started when my children were born. Now into the latter teenage years, the novelty of Santa has passed but the traditions we started as a family continue. For dinner tonight will be my parents, children, daughters bf, and a few misc. family members. Probably dinner for about 12 in total which is fairly low compared to other years.
On the menu;
Chicken Escarole Soup
Mozzerella Tomato and Roasted Peppers
Rigatoni Vodka Sauce
Italian Green Beans and Sausage
Sweet Potato Casserole
Christmas Day is spent at the In-laws with my wife’s 5 siblings and their spouses and dozens of grand children.
Please share some of your Christmas traditions.
And for your reading enjoyment I offer you;
“Jr’s Night before Christmas”
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Rang the stirring of a martini, dry, no vermouth, not even a douse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
I take another sip trying to fix my stare;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While I watch an all night marathon of Friends;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
I exclaim to mamma “What your wearing is crap!”,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat, my martini did splatter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
(I just lied above, it was barely a dash.)
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
“Breast” hehehehe (I just laughed like Butthead from that MTV show),
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
Dozens of lil Chow elves with a shit load of beer,
One Elf was the driver so lively and quick,
A lil nervous and jerky, frequently rubbing his lil d*ck
More rapid than eagles these elves came,
And one by one they called out their names:
"I’m Elf MGZ! I’m, Elf Veggo! I’m Elf Joon,
and I’m Elf Linqua!, I’m Elf C Oliver! And I’m Elf Seal
And I’m Elf Jacquiline, And I’m Elf C. Kinetics, And I’m Elf HILLJ,
And I’m Elf Ashley, And I’m Elf =Mark, I’m Elf Fourunder and I’m Elf Gio,
And I’m Elf Dawg, And I’m Elf Caroline1!!
(my apologies to all the lil Chow Elves I haven’t included. Although a few that are mentioned would prefer not to be)
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
I wanted to see those drunk elves fall !"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
These lil drukin dopes are sure to die;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of beer, and toys just a few—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and dancing of each little goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney they stumbled falling to the ground.
They were dressed as elves, from head to foot,
Their clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of beer each they flung on their back,
They looked like pedlers just opening their packs.
Their eyes did twinkle, an intoxicated glow their dimples, how merry!
Their cheeks were like roses, their breath smelled of cooking sherry!
They had droll little mouth’s drawn up like a bow,
And beards on their chins was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe they held in their teeth,
And the smoke, filled the air reeked like weed;
They had a broad lil faces and a little round bellies
I would lying if I didn’t mention they were all a lil smelly.
They were chubby and plump, right jolly old elves,
And I laughed when I saw them, in spite of themselves;
A wink of their eyes and a twist of their heads
Soon gave me to know I had reason to dread;
They spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then stopped and twerked,
Then laying a finger aside of their nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney they all rose;
They sprang to their sleigh, and did one last shot,
The away they flew into the night sky like a dot,
But I heard them exclaim, as they drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
God Bless us all my Chow friends !!
A little follow up and reminder that life can change in the blink of an eye. Christmas Eve dinner was wonderful, the food, festivities and family were all perfect. Over this past weekend we had two additional family gatherings and once again the joy of the season was enjoyed by all of us. My daughter is home from college, my parents enjoying the company of their nearly grown teenage grand children, my mother who's health had greatly declined in recent years basked in the glow of the holiday and her family around her.
We left a wonderful dinner at my cousins home on Sunday, I walked my parents to their car, kissing and hugging each before they left. They went home watched the football game and drifted to sleep...........
My mother awoke to our Father, not my father but all of our Fathers, weather he is God, Allah, Buddha or something else, she is with our creator and the many loved ones who passed before her. Tonight for New Years Eve she will sit at the table of our Lord and celebrate with family and friends years gone by.
Not that I never need a reason to drink, but tonight I will raise my glass to you Mom and hope you are smiling down.
Cherish your times with your loved ones my friends , you never know when it might be the last.
God Bless us all and a happy and healthy 2014 to all of you.
re: c oliver
I try to make that point to my father during his times of remorse, you couldn't have scripted a better end than the one she experienced. We just returned from a family vacation, spent the holidays all together and she just slipped into a deep and peaceful sleep. Which is honestly a relief when you have watched a loved one suffer for prolonged periods of time.
I am very sorry for your loss, jr. It is comforting to know that your mother spent her last days surrounded by loved ones, and was lucky enough to pass in her sleep next to her partner.
Were it so that we could all pass this way.
Here's to a healthy & happy new year, Junior. I'll raise a glass (well..... several, for sure) to you and your mom tonight!
Today our family has homemade ravioli that we made as a group a couple of weeks ago. My grandparents made them, their grandparents made them. It has long been a tradition in our Italian family going back to, well, when they lived in Italy. The filling contains spinach, ricotta, eggs, ground beef, parmesan cheese, and nutmeg. We cook them in chicken stock to give them even more flavor.
Also on the menu is prime rib, eggplant rollatini, iceberg wedges with bacon and blue cheese, and warm Italian bread.
re: c oliver
I suppose you could call them that. We create square-shaped ravioli and then twist two of the ends together. My grandma called them "fireman's caps" and supposedly the shape is to help catch the sauce.
I'll have to look on my phone to see if I have any pics of one upside-down.
Bless you and Merry Christmas for a glorious posting which has brought tears to my eyes. Normally I would, at this time, share many of my childhood and adulthood exquisite memories, food and otherwise. But I just lost the love of my life a few days ago and can't bring myself at this time to elaborate. I will keep this post "open" and hope to regain some sense of life without intense grief so that I, too, can share the wonderful memories of this blessed holiday season. So, perhaps this won't get kicked off from the Chowhound monitors--one cool thing, growing up on Christmas Eve--after church, about 11 p.m. goodies were brought out that weren't revealed until Christmas Eve--the "heinous" fruitcake (which I loved)--of course, everyone's favorite, chocolate chip cookies--and even as a kid, allowed to have SPIKED EGGNOG--a bit of rum in that rich treat. Tucking into bed and tossing and turning and saying out loud "is it time yet?"
Finally, at the crack of dawn, Mom and Dad relented, got up perked the coffee while I pranced around the Christmas tree to open up the presents--but not before I was made to drink some orange juice and gobble down a slice of homemade Christmas stolen.
So back to all of you delightful Chow friends to have a wonderful holiday season and expectations for the new year and all of the restaurant sharing experiences. Hoping for some really new and inspirational places for dining, which I am confident that all of you will keep up updated. Happy Holidays to all. FoiGras
"hope to regain some sense of life without intense grief"
Your grief is just a reflection of the amount of love you had for this person. Your grief is just a testament to how much you loved this person, your grief is a reflection of your love. Your grief is nothing to be ashamed of or afraid of, if anything it is something you should take solace in, because if you didn't feel this sense of overwhelming grief, you would have to question the true depth of your love.
Try to think of it that way.......your grief is just another expression of your true love of this person, and while the person may no longer be with you, your love will always live on within you. The grief will subside, but until it does, just remember it is just another dimension of your deep love of the person you lost. While your loved one isn't here anymore, your love will last forever, until you are together again.
All the best!
To keep this somewhat on topic, I truly believe in continuing traditions the two of you shared. If you loved to cook together, keep cooking! You had a favorite restaurant, keep going.......keep honoring you memories and keep making new ones in honor of your time together. God Bless.