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Christmas Eve dinner

Written by Murphy
Published December 25, 2005
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No hors d'oeuvres.

But there is the traditional Caesar salad my mother always use to make. I can rip up the romaine myself and mix the dressing, and grate the hard boiled eggs and fry the bacon crumbles.

Wait. Maybe these people don't like the eggs, and I'm sure one of them doesn't eat pork. Better put the good stuff on the side.

Okay, I can still make the clam chowder. Clam chowder, very American, very familiar food. Hey, even Marie Callendar's serves Clam Chowder. These people will like it.

My family's tradition of clam chowder is a modification of a previous tradition. Apparently, in the "Old County" (I don't know if that was supposed to be Germany or England, my grandmother had a mix of both) the tradition was oyster stew. Mom made it for us once, and us kids were horrified at what appeared to be a boiled eyeball floating in broth. After rejecting the instructions to swallow it whole, I cut a slice off. Black gritty stuff oozed out.

We talked Mom into creating a new tradition of clam chowder, as an alternative shellfish soup. It took, especially since my mom and brothers enjoyed going clamming. We would often have clam chowder made of the clams we had caught and gutted ourselves.

But with Chris's family, when this menu item was revealed as the main course, someone asked if there would be 'something else--in case I don't feel like clams."

Great. So, I'll need another course for these delicate appetites. What can I be sure that these people will actually eat? They are a foreign culture to me, really. What do Middle Americans eat?

Hamburger Helper?
Some kind of Velveeta product?

I went for Shake 'n' Bake, green Jell-O, and white rolls. I do want to respect their traditions.

As it happens, there is a tradition of green Jell-O from my mom as well. For many many years, mom would always make green Jell-O with shredded carrots. It wasn't until my brother married, that my new sister-in-law finally asked the question, "If you never eat this stuff, why do you keep making it?"

It was true. We never quite ate the shredded carrot Jell-O. It just comforted us with its presence. We switched out the carrots for pineapple, and voila, a traditional comfort food became edible.

So we have soup, we have salad; we have a main course, and two side dishes. But we still need a dessert.

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Murphy Horner is a long-time BlogCritic. Murphy’s first book The Parable of Miriam the Camel Driver draws from her experience in corporate America to examine the bigger questions about balancing career and creativity. Murphy Horner has been working as a conferencing technology professional for a decade. Her university alumni association has recognized her as a noted female executive. Currently she is working on a travel memoir and can be found facilitating a writing group in her town of Claremont, Ca.
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Christmas Eve dinner
Published: December 25, 2005
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#1 — December 25, 2005 @ 14:25PM — Victor Plenty [URL]

Takes real chutzpah to link your own cooking story to the wickedly funny writing of James Lileks and the consistently unappetizing fare he skewers in The Gallery of Regrettable Food.

Well done!

#2 — December 26, 2005 @ 12:16PM — Dave

It never occurred to you that some people do not celebrate Christmas??? My goodness! How about several billion people! Typical insulated American.

#3 — December 27, 2005 @ 11:41AM — Chantal Stone

I'm with you, Murphy.....my mother is from Germany, and we always had our big Christmas celebration on Christmas Eve. We ate pickled herring, potato salad, stollen, and all the cookies and candy we could stand. We opened gifts, and family friends would stay up late drinking. Then on Christmas morning, my parents would make a big breakfast that no one would eat because everyone was too tired and/or hungover, but we weren't bothered with waking up early for presents. We could sleep late and then spend the day eating, drinking more, and watching football. My dad was always in a bad mood, all part of the holiday.

I miss those Christmases.....I've tried to replicate some of those holiday traditions with my own family. Some things took, some didn't, and I'm stuck with waking at 5am to open presents with my children. My husband's family has NO holiday tradtion whatsoever, something I still, after 12 years, do not understand, but whatever. I just hope that my children look back on the Christmases of their youth as fondly as I do.

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