My holiday traditions have changed greatly since I moved away from my family and married. For many years, I was content to do Christmas as my husband’s family did: visiting his grandfather on the farm on Christmas Eve, doing the Christmas day thing with my husband’s parents, and then Christmas dinner at whoever’s turn it was to host Christmas dinner since most of his family lives in one town nearby.

But then, my husband’s father and grandfather passed.

We’ve been trying to fill the empty places they left behind. Last Christmas, we invited my mother in law to our place. We opened presents as my family used to do, in the magical dark of Christmas Eve, in front of the fireplace. We shared hot chocolate, and then ate Chinese take-out for dinner. It may be a strange tradition, but it’s my tradition, and nobody here wants to eat heavily the night before the big turkey dinner!

Take-out was expedient last year, but this year, I’m pre-prepared.  I’ve got these savoury bites of deliciousness called pot stickers nicely nestled in the freezer.



Anne usually speaks in memes and SAT words, and she frequently attempts to explain the laws of physics and high school chemistry according to the kitchen via her home blog FoodRetro. If you want to know why ice melts or pretzels turn brown, and you want to make food that you never imagined could be made from scratch in the process, she's your blogger. Her friends describe her as "hilarious when you get to know her," but it could be that they are just amused by the way she gets riled up when reading the paper. She can also be found playing the part of community editor and grammar nazi here on BLUNTmoms.

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