Christmas Boxing
We celebrated a big country Christmas in east Tennessee. Of course, the country Christmases I remember lacked cases of champagne. In any event it was a rare treat to break bread and pop corks ….
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Singin’ in Wal*Mart
Today, while at Wally World prospecting for dinner (I found a deal on spinach and ricotta ravioli!) the muzak broke into the Christmas mode. They played The Beachboys doing “Little Saint Nick”, as cheerful a carol as one can imagine. I’ve always enjoyed that song and I know the lyrics. So I began to sing along. This is one of Mike Love’s leads, and although in younger days I could also cover Brian Wilson’s high falsetto, today I’m a middle and lower register singer. And unlike my Kat, I feel no compunction about making as ass of myself in public, especially where nobody knows me. So I sang out, mezzo-forte, and in my ear, right on key:
Read MorePlanning a Reveillon
I’m thinking about what we’ll do for year’s Christmas in Tennessee. Last year was marinated brisket with gravy and latkes. The year before was a rib roast and a turkey, if memory serves. I love to observe our peculiar Christmas tradition: cook something new every year! Over the years we’ve done goose, turducken, pork crown roast, smoked turkey, fried turkey, hickory smoked ham, country ham, oysters Bienville, and once when caught on the road and no place else was open, Pizza Hut. I can’t think of what’s left, so I asked The Google, and she told me.
Read MoreHome for the Holidays
On the cloudy days we watched the fog dance with the mountain to the east of Julee’s homestead, played SpotIt and Quirkle. Along the way I came up with an answer to this blog’s lead-in question: Home for Christmas is where
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Life on the Blue Highways 