On The Third Day of Christmas

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On the 3rd day of Christmas, I had to double check the groceries. Yes I did. I stood in the kitchen staring in the fridge and the cupboards to make sure I had everything for Christmas dinner. Rather scary if you ask me.
I don’t use lists, and fly by the seat of my pants when it comes to Holiday Dinners. I’m kind of one of those people who stare at the food on the shelves and in the fridge thinking “Yep and yep”, “Check and check”. Then the morning of the holiday I get up at 5:00am and start getting everything together. Then WHAM! it happens. I realize I forgot this or that and these and those. So what do I do? Everything is closed. I come up with some other kind of concoction for that specific thing I was going to make. I realized tonight that I don’t have any mushroom soup for the String Bean Casserole thank heavens. So that wont be a problem to pick up tomorrow. But what do you think I’ll do Christmas morning when I’m missing something else?
Bypass it altogether. Find something else to replace it and halve a half-cocked Christmas dinner.
The menu plans are not traditional. I really don’t like turkey twice a year and I really wanted a roast but my pocket book had a different idea. Besides my mom asked for Ham and she always gets what she wants. Even though she’s not here to enjoy the dinner I’m still going to make it for her.
Our Dinner Menu:
Ham with Pear Glaze
Whipped Potatoes with garlic and onion
String Bean Casserole
Carrots (not sure if I’ll put honey with them or not.)
Cranberry Sauce
Rolls
Carrot Cake with Cream Cheese Frosting
Small, simple and delicious.
I’m not making a huge dinner because it will just be my husband, one of his daughters and her son and I. I don’t want a lot of leftovers. They don’t fare well in our house. We don’t eat left overs like some do after a huge holiday family meal. That and we are more than likely going to eat around 11:00 so his daughter can make it to another family dinner in the afternoon.
I really don’t want to be curled up at 4pm with my stomach feeling like it’s going to explode, wanting to sleep and trying to pick myself up to go out and clean the kitchen. This just might work out well. An early lunch, relax until early evening then clean up.
Maybe, just maybe I wont feel like a zombie that just fed on an elephant.