When I made Thanksgiving dinner this year, my mom said “you did Thanksgiving dinner, so I’ll do Christmas dinner.” And I, in my tryptophan coma, believed her.
And then a couple of days ago, my mom started texting me to consult on her Christmas menu. But I’m MORE than happy to consult. I’m not in charge!
And then, when my mom woke up this morning, she was talking about me making more and more dishes. And then the TRUTH CAME OUT.
“I just want you to do the whole thing. You’re younger. You have more energy.”
My mom is only 65, mind you. Not 165.
Yeah. That is the flimsiest reason ever, but I’ll do it. The skeleton of the menu is there.
Smoked salmon…something. Dip? Plain on crackers? That seems dull.
Maybe make those Parmesan thyme crackers because they’re so nibbly
Southern Green Beans (made with bacon, y’all)
Macaroni and Cheese (topped with peas and bacon, y’all)
Cranberry Sauce (same recipe from Thanksgiving…that I have yet to post because I’m a TERRIBLE bloggist)
Some sort of salad (I should put some bacon in it, y’all)
Dessert: Family friends are bringing a cheesecake, just like the wisemen did for baby Jesus
I had one stipulation for my mother.
Me: If I do this, will you not complain about every little thing I do?
Mom: I’ll try to contain it to 2 or 3.
Well, at least she’s honest.