Well, it's that time of the year again... Mom is not around to lead the cooking orchestra, so we are scrambling to remember recipes, cooking times, ingredients--all and all, trying to choose the menu by using a democratic approach.
Democracy does not rule in the cooking world, believe me. The house chef should make decisions in the solitude of the kitchen, after midnight, once the dishes have been put away. And this is when we (I wish it was just me!) dictate the menu for Christmas Eve (I'm glad we are only hosting Christmas Eve's dinner this year!)
The goal--not to have TOO much food. We hope that we'll keep leftovers to a minimum (even though that's personally the best part), and we'll shun away from the temptation to overeat.
Twelve people may be a challenge to the 9-kilo pig we'll (meaning, "my father will") be roasting on the clay oven starting at 3 a.m.. So we'll add another meat, 4 different types of salads, dips, and cocktails to welcome our guests.
And make no mistake--I WILL be jogging at 7.30 a.m. the next morning.
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