mercredi, décembre 28, 2005
I wanna run with the reckless emotion
Our family tradition has evolved over the years to involve the making of a huge Christmas morning brunch that gets eaten before we open presents. Dalt makes waffles and pancakes. We do maple-smoked bacon and sausage. I make pan fries and poached eggs. There is champagne and orange juice, and of course coffee. It's a fabulous indulgence and we spend the remainder of the day feeling quite stuffed. Here are me and Dalt hard at work:
To avoid the making, consuming and cleaning up after two big meals in one day (all in Mom & Dalt's kitchen / diningroom), we postpone the traditional turkey feast for a day. Because we eat so much in the morning on Christmas Day, we've opted to eat our turkey on Boxing Day instead. This also gives some people in the family the freedom to spend time with other family members on Christmas Day, too. Dalt has a nephew in town, and Gina has a sister, so they are each able to visit their respective families.
Boxing Day has turned into quite a fun family day, I find. I go over a little before dinner and help with last-minute preparations and table-setting, then we sit down to our feast. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, vegetables and cheese sauce. It is mighty tasty, as you probably experienced yourself at your own gatherings over the holidays.
We also wear fun (or, gay) hats.
(see more pics at frou's flickr page)
This year after dinner some of the men went downstairs to watch some junior hockey on the big screen TV. We persuaded them to let us use the TV for a couple games of "Scene It". Then we went upstairs to play some Cranium, which is always a blast. After that, Jamie, frou, Devin and I decided to head over to my neighbourhood pub, the Kilkenny, for beers.
Fun day. | ¶ 5:33 p.m.
To avoid the making, consuming and cleaning up after two big meals in one day (all in Mom & Dalt's kitchen / diningroom), we postpone the traditional turkey feast for a day. Because we eat so much in the morning on Christmas Day, we've opted to eat our turkey on Boxing Day instead. This also gives some people in the family the freedom to spend time with other family members on Christmas Day, too. Dalt has a nephew in town, and Gina has a sister, so they are each able to visit their respective families.
Boxing Day has turned into quite a fun family day, I find. I go over a little before dinner and help with last-minute preparations and table-setting, then we sit down to our feast. Turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, vegetables and cheese sauce. It is mighty tasty, as you probably experienced yourself at your own gatherings over the holidays.
We also wear fun (or, gay) hats.
(see more pics at frou's flickr page)
This year after dinner some of the men went downstairs to watch some junior hockey on the big screen TV. We persuaded them to let us use the TV for a couple games of "Scene It". Then we went upstairs to play some Cranium, which is always a blast. After that, Jamie, frou, Devin and I decided to head over to my neighbourhood pub, the Kilkenny, for beers.
Fun day. | ¶ 5:33 p.m.
