M.P. likes to string lots of lights out front, but this year settled for simplicity. I think it's pretty enough for two old men who don't need to be falling off ladders.
Since the annual family dinner was cancelled on account of the pandemic, we were left with a larder full of goodies that M.P. has been accumulating over the past few months, as he always does, in anticipation of feeding a houseful of his posterity. But nothing daunted, M.P. has carried on with cooking as planned - we have simply decided to celebrate not merely one day, but all twelve days of Christmas this year, each with something delicious to eat. Of course leftovers are part of the plan, but every day M.P. thinks up some new dish or treat for us to enjoy. Monday it was homemade shortbread cookies. Yesterday it was mini-tacos, a nice change of taste after being well-nigh surfeited with ham, duck, and even goose.
Here are a few pics to show you what I mean:
Christmas Eve hors d'oeuvres: yummy deviled quail eggs, eight kinds of cheese, assorted crackers, and a pot of luscious cream of green bean soup (sounds yucky, but believe me when I tell you it is really sublime). The array of spoons was not really necessary for just us two, but isn't it pretty?
La table, soup bowls at the ready.
M.P. made the lighted wreath out of twigs and things he picked up in the yard.
Christmas Day buffet: this time with the addition of scrumptious homemade pate de foie gras as well as a plate of oven-fried chicken pops coated with bread crumbs and parmesan cheese.
Cardinals have been a favorite Christmas motif of ours for years, since we have a family of them that nests in one of the backyard trees. But notice that our new lighted centerpiece has two red cardinals. Think about it.
Candlelight makes the season bright, whether real or artificial.
A view from the fireplace end of the room. When M.P.'s family comes to dinner, we somehow manage to seat 14 people in this same space, using extra tables and chairs. M.P. loves to cook for his young'uns, but he does admit Christmas is a bit more enjoyable this year without having to deal with the logistics of feeding a crowd.
We are very thankful, considering all the things that might have turned out much worse this year, personally and politically, that despite the infirmities of advancing age and precarious finances, we are still able to enjoy good cheer, good food, glad hearts, and quiet minds. I hope all my truckbuddies are likewise enjoying this season of renewed hope and goodwill with those they love.
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