Ethnic Food and the Meaning of Life
Christmas brings out the Scandinavian in me; I've gotta have my Lefse and Pickled Herring. The Lingonberries (insert The Big Lebowski reference here) are a staple year 'round but the other two are reserved for holiday occasions. I was unaware of Lefse until my late teen years, when a friend had the bright idea of a lefse-making party as sort of a Norwegian mixer. Do Young Adults today even cook at all anymore? Much more engaging than swiping right.
This year we hosted the family Christmas party for my relative, I'm the paterfamilias, and with my older sister living in the Caribbean, I found myself in the position of the family elder, present-hander-outer (no kids this year) and maker of the Sacred Christmas Sugar Cookies. Having no little kids in attendance meant that we could play Cards Against Humanity (link is NSFW). The true spirit of Christmas?
To celebrate Boxing Day the Weaver and I needed a respite from all those Christmas shenanigans so we watched a movie that would uplift our spirits and elevate our intellects: Monty Python's Meaning of Life. And is there a better person to spend a romantic evening with than Mr. Creosote? To be fair, the film did end with a big musical production number of Christmas in Heaven.
I hope you had a Christmas as joyous as mine.