Am I the only one that had way too much of everything this weekend? Saturday, Christmas Eve, was the traditional celebration for my family and The BCPF’s family. My sis makes the beer boiled shrimp per the family tradition and I made the deviled eggs. On top of that we had potato salad, chicken wings, tea biscuits, creamed corn, green beans, bread, and shload of desserts, including a birthday cake for Jesus (yeah, that happens…).
Well, to me, the only part that matters, food wise, is the shrimp. Everything else is second fiddle to that. I ate what was probably about two pounds of it myself. I don’t put anything else on my plate until I’ve had all that I want of that. Again, no exaggeration, about two pounds. I love that stuff. It was probably the best batch I can remember having of it in a long time. I also made the punch and I drank about half of that.
Then, on Sunday, Christmas Day, we switch the tradition around and this year it was prime rib. Because mine wasn’t as rare as I wanted, they made me two pieces; large pieces, full pieces. Then, I had some of the eggs and bread and a baked potato. The whole time I’m thinking to myself, what are you doing, man!!?? Well, I ate it all and didn’t feel good about myself afterward. Actually, that’s not true. I did feel pretty good, pretty well fed and satisfied. I was just stuffed. Oh and the Steelers wrapped up the AFC North and the Ravens were knocked out of the playoffs. That helped.
The funny thing, at least to me, is that I guess I was on full days off because I didn’t even take a picture of any of it. I just scarfed it down. Merry merry me, then. Hopefully, you all got what you wanted from Santa and that could include just rest and relaxation.
Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
“Halloween isn’t the only time for ghosts and ghost stories. In Victorian Britain, spooky winter’s tales were part of the Christmas season, often told after dinner, over port or coffee.” – Michael Dirda