This will be my last post before Christmas. I wish you all a Merry Christmas, but that's not the main reason I started this thread.
I have spent every Christmas eve at my inlaws now for going on eight years. Out of all the Christmas festivities, the part I've never really looked forward to is Christmas Eve Dinner. It's not even the company that I usually dred. It's the food.
Now, I love Italian food. I have to admit that my pot belly is probably due to countless bowls of spaghetti and plates of lasagna. You can give me Italian food 364 days a year and I won't complain. None of the Italian dishes served on Christmas Eve, however, top my list of favorite foods.
I'm not sure of the origin, but a traditional Italian Christmas Eve Dinner has seven courses of some sort of fish. That's right. Not ham. Not turkey. Fish. It usally starts with cocktail shrimp. I always savour my shrimp cause that's the last thing I'll eat that tastes any good. After shrimp, it's onto the fish soup. It's usually got some bits of smelt floating in it and it sure does taste fishy. After the fish soup, it's onto the fried smelts. Surely something could be done to these buggers to make them worth eating, but even ketchup doesn't bring any excitement to these bland and bone riddled fishies. Now it's time for the Bacala! Bacala is salted cod. Two days before serving it sits in a bath of milk to rehydrate. After that, it must be boiled or baked or something (I think). Then, here is the kicker. You take a perfectly good bowl of spaghetti, and you neglect to put any sweet itanlian sausage in the sauce *crys* -- instead you put in it's place slimy salted cod. It's salty fishy spaghetti and tastes BAD!!
I know I'm forgeting some dishes, but none of them are any good. The first few Christmas Eve's I smiled and ate a few bites of each thing to be nice. My mother in law picked up on this for 3-4 years she used to make up some perogies and heat some kobasi so I didn't starve.
I have a feeling this tradition is going to end with my family. My father-in-law is the last member alive on his side of the family. My mother-in-law passed away suddenly just before Christmas last year. So it's only my wife and kids, my wifes father and my sister-in-law that come for Christmas Eve Dinner. We're doing our best to keep the time honored tradition going, but I don't see my kids passing it onto their kids.
Anyway, I though I'd share one of the more obscure things folks around these parts do for Christmas Eve Dinner. Maybe something you didn't know.
EDIT: tried to fix some of the grammer and spelling, but didn't do so good. sorry.
I have spent every Christmas eve at my inlaws now for going on eight years. Out of all the Christmas festivities, the part I've never really looked forward to is Christmas Eve Dinner. It's not even the company that I usually dred. It's the food.
Now, I love Italian food. I have to admit that my pot belly is probably due to countless bowls of spaghetti and plates of lasagna. You can give me Italian food 364 days a year and I won't complain. None of the Italian dishes served on Christmas Eve, however, top my list of favorite foods.
I'm not sure of the origin, but a traditional Italian Christmas Eve Dinner has seven courses of some sort of fish. That's right. Not ham. Not turkey. Fish. It usally starts with cocktail shrimp. I always savour my shrimp cause that's the last thing I'll eat that tastes any good. After shrimp, it's onto the fish soup. It's usually got some bits of smelt floating in it and it sure does taste fishy. After the fish soup, it's onto the fried smelts. Surely something could be done to these buggers to make them worth eating, but even ketchup doesn't bring any excitement to these bland and bone riddled fishies. Now it's time for the Bacala! Bacala is salted cod. Two days before serving it sits in a bath of milk to rehydrate. After that, it must be boiled or baked or something (I think). Then, here is the kicker. You take a perfectly good bowl of spaghetti, and you neglect to put any sweet itanlian sausage in the sauce *crys* -- instead you put in it's place slimy salted cod. It's salty fishy spaghetti and tastes BAD!!
I know I'm forgeting some dishes, but none of them are any good. The first few Christmas Eve's I smiled and ate a few bites of each thing to be nice. My mother in law picked up on this for 3-4 years she used to make up some perogies and heat some kobasi so I didn't starve.
I have a feeling this tradition is going to end with my family. My father-in-law is the last member alive on his side of the family. My mother-in-law passed away suddenly just before Christmas last year. So it's only my wife and kids, my wifes father and my sister-in-law that come for Christmas Eve Dinner. We're doing our best to keep the time honored tradition going, but I don't see my kids passing it onto their kids.
Anyway, I though I'd share one of the more obscure things folks around these parts do for Christmas Eve Dinner. Maybe something you didn't know.
EDIT: tried to fix some of the grammer and spelling, but didn't do so good. sorry.
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