We had 12 for Christmas Eve supper at my Cousin Debra's. Suprisingly, her hubby's cousin did NOT make his annual appearance. Given the number of cars in front of the house, it's little wonder. Even I was hesitant to go in.
It was a jolly group, however, and supper was pleasant enough. The bbq chicken was delish, but the ominpresent/ubiquitous/predictable sides of corn, mashed potatoes and bbq gravy/sauce (served with virtually EVERY meal despite the meat course) was a bit of a letdown. I had hoped for something green...a lettuce leaf...something out of the ordinary...but, alas....
Still, I ate well.
My cousin Butch was there and it was the first time in a VERY long time that he and I connected on a personal level. There was a time, when we were growing up, that I considered him more a brother than a cousin. But, we all know how some filial relationships go...
Tonight is the "do" at my aunt's house. I hope everyone's "do" is happy and fulfilling (or at least filling) today.