Made It to the Holiday, and We Shall See What Comes Of It, As I Only Thought to Prepare for Three, But Apparently it is the Many

It's all good. We'll improvise. I bought three steaks for Mom, Dad, Cynde, and Me, but now think it is likely to be more of us, and well have to improvise. Whoever wishes to eat will be fed. There will be food for them. If not, we'll dip into the freezer to see what else there might be. 

We did our evening gathering, participated in a Yankee exchange, and pushed forward the merriment. Dad was able to participate in some of the festivities and came for a beer. 

It's time to start handing the traditions over to the next generation, and to allow them to take on the hooplah.

I think our generation is tired. 

Merry Christmas to all and may you find solace and calm while celebrating with your families and friends. I'm heading to peeled potato and carrot land, as well as an attempt at a Danish mushroom dish I cherished for years...one I loved while visiting the Roskilde Lile Skole outside Copenhagen. We shall see what I a concept and who will be over to feed with us. 

Here's to the holiday seasons once again. Another year has passed.