On Christmas Eve, it is traditional in Italy to eat seafood, and especially seven kinds of fish. The exact menu varies, but a best-selling graphic novel called Feast of the Seven Fishes, details one variation and the accompanying blog gives more. Last year, we had a variation on this feast. We had lobster, shrimp, stuffed crab, and stuffed clams. We want to do it again this year, but we just need to find three more fishes to serve. Any suggestions?
Unfortunately, we still also have to buy a tree and decorate the house. We were supposed to get a tree this weekend, but—as you can see from the photos on the right—Mother Nature had other plans and instead I spent the time shoveling the foot-and-a-half of snow that fell on us. Of course, it didn’t deter Melanie from making a dash to Burger King for a pregnancy-related craving. Now before you scold me for a failure of chivalry, she wanted to go because she was getting cabin fever. You fight with the pregnant woman.
Anyway, the plan is get a tree by Christmas Eve (not sure how) and then decorate like mad and then keep the decorations up through Epiphany. Which works this year only because we’ve had to cancel our yearly custom of traveling to visit Melanie’s family in Texas after Christmas. Now that Isabella’s old enough for the airlines to require us to buy her a ticket, airfare for the 3 of us is $1,500. We just can’t afford that right now. Fares around the beginning of February are only about $1,000, which is still a lot and probably just out of reach too, but maybe we’ll have a Christmas miracle. In addition to Melanie getting to see her brothers (who have yet to meet their younger niece, Sophia) and parents, and the girls getting to see their uncles and grandparents, it’s also a nice respite from winter, of which this old New England boy gets more and more sick with each passing year.
But those are sad thoughts for another time. We still have Christmas, which will be the first in our new home and the first with Sophia and the first with Melanie’s sister Theresa. And we’ll spend Christmas day with my family at my brother’s house. It doesn’t get much better than that.