My dad wakes up before anyone else on Christmas Eve, takes out our biggest pot, and starts working on a batch of chili. Some years, he does regular chile con carne, other years he does a chile verde. One very memorable Christmas, he made a venison chili that so gamy that none of us could finish a bowl. But for always and ever, I will associate chili with Christmas.
When the rest of us get up, preparations for dinner rolls, macaroni and cheese, and salads get underway. And cookies. Always several kinds of cookies. Cookie preparations have actually been going on for several days at this point, and Christmas Eve is for finishing touches.
By the time we sit down to eat, we’ve all been working in the kitchen together for several hours. We’re hungry and happy and ready to dig in.
How does your family celebrate the holiday?