Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Christmas

"Remember, George: no man is a failure who has friends."

-It's a Wonderful Life



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Reading Twas the Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve. We had just watched a home video from when we could all fit on the couch and read this book. Lauren was there and my Dad looked like he was about twelve but was actually Witt's age with three kids already.



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This Christmas I realize how much I love traditions, because it means that no matter how old you get or how much life changes, Christmas still feels like Christmas.


 On Christmas Eve we also went to the Love Feast at the Moravian church in Old Salem. Where they sing the old carols and pass around sweet buns and coffee- I love that sharing a meal goes hand in hand with celebrating Jesus' birth. I get goosebumps when everyone holds up their candle for the last verse of Joy to the World and the flames sparkle against the dim lighting in the old church. You can hear Witt's voice above the rest. And everyone secretly worries that their hair will catch on fire.


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We took some family pictures outside and it made me miss Lauren and Jered and Ela, who are in Nashville with Jered's family. It was chilly for the first time that week and that made me happy. I would be totally cool with freezing temperatures and snow. There is something so festive about rushing to your car with the air biting your nose and hugging goodbye with your breath lingering along with your words in the air.


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On Christmas morning my dad made his famous oyster stew, something we have always done because his dad did it. I never thought it was strange to eat oysters for breakfast but then I could eat oysters at any day or time.  Buttery, spicy creamy broth with that delicious salt water pop of the oyster. For some reason when I bit into the first oyster in my soup it made me think of the food we ate on our honeymoon at the beach two years ago and that made me happy.


 I tried to make a gluten free sausage casserole for my mom and Mary with gluten free Bisquick and it looked good so then I made gluten free chocolate chip scones. Nan and I also made french hot chocolate, thick and super rich with some whipped cream on top. And then my mom made Nan and I whole wheat chocolate chip muffins. I dipped mine in the hot chocolate and almost went into a food coma. We drank our mimosa's while my Dad read from Luke in an old bible he got in sunday school. The white corners are crinkling into the cover. It sounds beautiful and different in the King James, though.



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After we fork lifted ourselves from the chairs and into the living room we gave out our presents. Then Witt and my dad smoked cigars on the back deck and mom and I relaxed in the kitchen looking at Etsy sites, one  that has adorable dresses from the 1950's mad men era (I wish we still dressed like that!) and then my mom's site here where she sells really cute eco market bags and vintagey things.


Then it was off to the Davis house for Christmas with Witt's family. We ate delicious food again, turkey and sweet potatoes and stuffing with fennel. I loved the thick red candles on the table and shiny apple red chargers under our plates. By the end of the night we were all in the Christmas spirit as you can tell from this picture that I stole from my sister-in-law Rose.


Rose Davis


I can't believe the Holidays are over. My favorite holiday movie this year was Christmas in Connecticut. I laughed so hard, though Witt fell asleep halfway through so maybe it was just me. But it also made me think that she was probably the first food blogger, writing about what she was "cooking" every day on her typewriter. 


Happy New Year!


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