Each year we celebrate Christmas Eve with my family. Many years ago we started this tradition and have rotated between my 2 brothers and myself since. This year it is our turn to host again.
The tradition is that we will eat tamales and chili; a meal I remember from my childhood. We add all sorts of other food as well and some of it I call fusion. My brother, just younger than me, and his family always makes the tamales, and my dad made the chili when he was alive. I’m not sure who will carry the torch for the chili but I think that Nate, our oldest boy will do a great job. I, on the other hand have always made the deserts, one of which is usually chocolate. My husband and I also introduced Pozole, a soup traditionally served in New Mexico on Christmas Eve (and throughout the year as well). This year I think that we will also make the French dish Cassoulet. It should go with tamales shouldn't it?
Last week we continued another Christmas tradition of chopping down a tree at a local tree farm. When our boys were young we’d pack them up after a long day of working on the farm and off we’d go to the Christmas tree farm where we’d chop down the perfect tree. Of course the tree was chosen after much arguing and many tears.
Well this year was no different than those great days of old. We’d picked up two of the grand kids (9 & 11) for the weekend. We packed the kids into the truck, plus our youngest grandson and off we went to chop down a tree from the Christmas Tree Farm. When we got to the farm off the kids ran; one finding the perfect tree then the other kid finding the tree. Finally our granddaughter found her tree. When our older grandson wanted to keep looking she burst into dramatic tears proclaiming hers was really the best tree. But alas, our grandson found a different one to which our sobbing granddaughter screamed that it was the most horrid tree ever. That is when we knew that our Christmas tradition was alive and well!
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