Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Chrismas Eve's Eve

Our Christmas feast with my Dad's parents consists of shrimp. Just boiled shrimp, coleslaw (dibs to Dad this year... it was really good), hushpuppies, and fries. Strange Christmas meal, I know. But we don't eat shrimp very often. Actually, unless you order it at a restaurant, we don't get it any other time of the year. Translation: we sit down and INHALE it. I believe we consumed 15 pounds this year. So, if you want to invite us for dinner, I would suggest serving something common. That way, we won't act like we're starving and scare you.

What cracks me up is that it always turns into this unspoken competition. We peel, eat, repeat... all the while eyeing everyone else's growing piles of discarded crustacean shells. Speed is not key here. But please don't stop eating. If you do, you'll realize you're getting full and than you're out. And nobody likes being out. Over the years, without anyone ever saying a word, teams have formed. We're pretty evenly matched. One boy and one girl. Things got a little switched up this year because of Jeff. But it's cool. If that's all the disruption he causes, I guess we can handle that.

Team We-Need-A-Bigger-Bowl

Team I-Need-to-Stop

Team Stop-Eating-Side-Dishes

Team Bottomless Pits

I'm not really sure who won this year. We never really declare a winner...because we cheat. Sometimes we stuff hushpuppies in our stack to make them look higher or we steal small handfuls from other plates. Nobody cheated this year, though. Full credit goes to each person's stinky leftovers.

Then we opened our pajamas. We always get pajamas from Memaw. And money. Mine this year were... well... very vibrant. Pepaw (who never sees what he helped pay for until we open it) looked at them and said, "Amy, obviously we were afraid you would get lost." Yeah... wow.


Dodger of Sheep said...

The gastronomical exploits of your family continue to amaze.

Anonymous said...

yeah amys were the brightest..... mine were silky pink... i traded with mom

amelie said...

We call Christmas Eve's Eve "Christmas Adam."

I'm pretty sure your Pepaw is afraid that you'll become a wallflower. Since you have such a quiet personality...and you tend to recede into the background. I'm sure he was just trying to help. :-)

s. wells said...

ooh i love shrimp. i think that is mine and patrick's christmas meal this year :)

alisa said...

what an amazing family picture