I’m back in beautiful Seattle for the first time in a year, and it feels good. Last night my mom, sister and I went downtown to look at the lights and window-shop, then came home with all intentions of going to Church but ended up cooking (crab cakes and coconut-curry mussels) and then watching Act I of “When the Levees Broke” (see it if you haven’t). Today we’re doing the usual slow Christmas breakfast followed by presents, and my auntie is coming over for a dinner that my little sister will be cooking. I asked for some furniture for my apartment for Christmas, so I suspect that I have mostly socks and maybe a new toothbrush under the tree, and I’ll have to wait for my return to New York for UPS-Santa to deliver the goods. But it’s nice being at home with my sister (who is the funniest and most entertaining person I know) and my mom — who has been bending over backwards to make our time home absolutely perfect, from baking fresh bread for us when we walk in the door to stocking the fridge with all of our favorite foods to even getting the dog a new Christmas scarf with a jingle bell so that he’ll look cute.
Of course, it is Christmas with the family, so within an hour there should be lots of red wine flowing, and pretty soon I’m sure we’ll all start hearing about my aunt’s crazy times in the Air Force, her stint as a professional hippie in San Francisco (stories which inevitably end with, “…and boy was that a lost weekend”), and her animals (somewhere around 10 cats — a number that is in a constant state of flux and that she can’t even keep track of — a crow, and a raccoon that just had babies).
It’s so good it almost makes up for my mom’s incredibly slow dial-up.
Now, time for goat cheese omelets and coffee. What are you doing for the holidays? Or, if you aren’t celebrating, how are you spending your day?