…my mother would be figuring out the meal for Christmas Eve. It was usually soup. I don’t think there were many surprises or deviations on that menu. Christmas Day? That was always at both sets of grandparents, running up and down that well-trod alley between the homes. I don’t know which side dish she claimed, but it could easily have been a jello creation.
Anyway, if my mom only had to figure out soup, I’m wondering why my list is so long?
It’s time to put the armor on and prepare to do battle with grocery store parking lots! Either early in the morning, or late at night when all of the super-speedy high school checkers are employed – that’s my strategy.
Since it’s already cup ‘o coffee time, I guess I’m going late at night.