My Christmas was super mellow. And by mellow, I mean lazy. Not that you need the details of my personal hygiene, but I may or may not have worn PJs the entire weekend (and I may or may not have washed my hair). I also may or may not have left the house, I mean, not even to go outside, anytime between Friday night and Monday morning. I should have tried to get a little exercise, considering we had ham on Friday, crab legs on Saturday, and prime rib on Sunday (not to mention all the other little noshes in between). I didn’t write down any recipes, and I also didn’t get my camera out once. I just wanted to enjoy time with the fam, and not spend the holiday behind my lens. I did, however, manage to snap a few iPhone pics here and there.
My parents’ kitty—Kitty—loves Christmas.
Champagne, Pom juice, and pomegranate seeds (from the pomegranates Grandpa sent from his tree!)
Mel, Amanda, and I made pork tamales and cheese & pepper tamales. Amanda was the best tamale roller.
John’s Christmas morning butterscotch-nut rolls. Wouldn’t be Christmas without them!