It started with Thanksgiving. We had done the usual: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and sprouts, along with the requisite cranberry jelly and pumpkin pie. The green bean casserole had gone by the wayside a couple of years ago.
I normally would throw a turkey breast in the crockpot, and the stuffing in another. But a change in our crockpots brought about a change in the cooking: I couldn’t get the turkey in either of the crockpots. So it was slated for the oven (thank goodness I still had oven bags on hand…basting is not a thing).
When dinner was done, somewhat haphazardly because I had jammed up the kitchen sink by whipping a huge container of pancit down the disposal, I realized a few things:
- I don’t particularly like turkey
- I definitely don’t like stuffing
- Not real fond of mashed potatoes, either.
So I picked at the dinner.
As we were cleaning up, I mentioned to my husband that I don’t like stuffing. So he agreed and said we should skip it next year.
Next year. Sigh.
The next day, he mentioned how his family had gone out for Thanksgiving. And how if he had gone he wouldn’t have ordered turkey, but a nice piece of fish.
So when talks about Christmas dinner came around (another big dinner?) we were deciding between ham and turkey. And I mentioned that he had thought fish was good.
So after a big of discussion, we decided Christmas dinner will be surf and turf. No ham, no turkey. Just cow and shrimp. And loaded baked potatoes.
So much more exciting than ham or another round of turkey.
No, it’s not traditional, but if traditional food doesn’t appeal, why do it?
Photo by deborah.soltesz