We had a crowd last night for a pre-Christmas Eve fish fry. Here are a couple of photos:
I know that shot’s poorly composed, but I wanted to show you our new flat screen TV . . . yes, one of these days I’ll get around to hiding the wires.
Our cajun cook, Don (wearing the LSU shirt) made catfish po’ boy sandwiches and vinegar slaw. There were 15 of us all together, but only a brave few dared the cold outside.
Tonight we’ll host our daughter Polly and a few single friends. We’ve been inviting single friends over on Christmas Eve for almost 30 years. In the past we’d feed ’em and work ’em, enlisting their help in trimming our tree. This, however, is going to be a treeless Christmas, so we’re just going to wine & dine ’em. The menu for tonight is boiled shrimp and clam chowder.
Christmas will be a family day for me, Donna, and Polly. Our son Gregory, as he should, will celebrate the day with his own family in Las Vegas. One of these years Polly will marry and then it’ll be just Donna and me. Maybe this explains why we’re slowly losing interest in the bells & whistles aspects of Christmas.
But back to holiday menus: I’m going to smoke a brisket for Christmas dinner, which Donna plans to serve with green beans and scalloped potatoes (incidentally – and finally – using up what’s left of last year’s Christmas ham).
God bless us every one, as Tiny Tim said – life is good.