I just realized I blogged about our Christmas Eve open house, Boxing Day and Michelle's birthday. I left out Christmas breakfast! First, some history. It started at Debbie & Robin's house, just the two families and Robin's brother Kim. It grew, and grew and then out grew Debbie & Robin's house.
It moved to mine. Still Robin's breakfast, just at my house.This moving did cause more houses to get involved as I had to have my oven empty for the breakfast but needed to get my bird in the oven for dinner. Solution? Get up at 7am, prep the bird, carry it to a neighbour's house and put it in their oven until mine was available. Now, the sight of me, in my jammies, carrying a turkey down the street at 7:30am Christmas morning may have caused some neighbours to wonder but, oh well!
One year, a guest left his car and took a cab home Christmas Eve. (smart) The next morning, as the sausages were bbqing, the asparagus steaming, the hollandaise sauce bubbling and the eggs poaching, I happened to look out the window and saw Jeff returning for his car. His Dad was driving him. I love Jeff's dad. We ran out, and invited them in for breakfast. Bob, knowing Jeff's dad, broke out the sliwowica. Polish plum brandy made by a guy at Bob's work. Well... didn't the festivities begin! I truly thought we'd end up with two of their family cars there and a third needed to come get both Jeff & his dad! They showed restraint and were both fine. Another year I drove a guest home at 3:20am and then debated just staying up and waiting for the breakfast guests! That year, I didn't even have to do my hair or face in the morning, didn't stay in bed long enough to muss up! I also stayed in my jammies, but did add appropriate under garments. :)
The next year, I decided to make a champagne punch. It had orange sorbet, berries, ginger ale and champagne. The first bowl was gone in minutes! Luckily I had a couple more bottle of champagne... we went through 2 more bowls! Not to worry, Patty happened to have a bottle in her car! woo hoo... out it came, another bowl of punch whipped up and I think I spotted someone licking the bowl at the end.
This year... I wised up. I bought magnums of champagne. Good for 4 bowls, tons of berries and enough sorbet; I was ready! I was making the last bowl, (number 4 for anyone counting,) poured in the berries, spooned the sorbet, poured all the remaining champagne in, (it was more that one bowl should have had but hey, it was the last one, and went to get the ginger ale. There was only 1 can left. I poured it in and Debbie left to go a mere three doors down to get 3 more cans. She returned, I went to the punch bowl to pour them in and... EMPTY! So much for punch, I should just pour booze in the bowl and let them at it! hehehe, actually they like the sorbet/berries too.
So that's now my whole Christmas week story, just a couple of weeks late.
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