The words “Christmas” and “barbeque” have no business being in the same sentence together, and yet, the weather is so insanely warm that I’m almost tempted to scrap my cooking/baking plans in favor of pulling out a grill and cooking up veggie burgers.
Side note: If you’re at a BBQ and a vegetarian is present, please don’t scoff if he/she asks nicely if it would be possible to have a piece of aluminum separating the meat grease from veggie items. I’m so glad my family is finally at the point where they don’t roll their eyes at me every time they hear this request; I think they’ve finally caught on that “this phase” I’m apparently going through is here to stay since it’s been nearly 19 years.
I can’t believe I just wrote two paragraphs about BBQs in December.
Let’s change gears and talk about something completely different, like Christmas traditions.
Last night a group of four girls met up in midtown Manhattan to inhale food, drink copious amounts of wine, catch up, and exchange gifts. Each year without fail, the four of us make it a point to set a date and keep it, through hell, high water, snowstorm, or other unexpected life curveballs. It’s one of my favorite days of the year and it’s a tradition I hope we’ll keep when we’re old and gray.
I also enjoy attending church with Bryan and my family on the night of the 24th, usually followed by a festive dinner and present opening. Okay, so maybe the church part I could skip but I know how much it means to my parents to have me there and so, I oblige. This year will be a bit different as my brother won’t be able to fly up from Florida, but we’ll attempt a Skype session if possible. I’m a little sad about it to be honest, but I know my parents especially are having a really rough go of it. I believe this is what’s known as empty nest syndrome.
Since I’ve started dating Bryan, we have our own little traditions, too, including a private gift exchange with our spoiled rotten pup Buster, who is of course front and center in all of the action. We’ve been hiding his bully stick in the trunk of my car but I’m hoping Bryan will keep him distracted tomorrow so I can bring it out and get it wrapped today. Yes. I realize I’m speaking about my dog as though he were a child because he’s our furball and we love him.
Oh! And then there’s a day trip to the city that we usually take with Bryan’s family to take in dinner and a show. This year we’ll see Elf (AND we’re eating at Mario Batali’s Otto, which I’m SO EXCITED ABOUT because that place is the bomb).
What are some of your favorite holiday traditions? Are you going to have a white Christmas this year?