Some photos from our annual Christmas Eve dinner at my mom and dad’s. This year marked the 25th Christmas we have celebrated in Florida. It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I realized that not every family celebrates Christmas Eve. Just sitting home and not celebrating is a foreign concept to me. The very first conversation I ever had with Neil was at his front door on Christmas Eve. I was mortified to peek in and see that his family was just sitting around the table eating chili. Needless to say, he has been converted.
TRADITION NUMBER ONE: FRIED SMELTS
Frying the smelts has now been passed on to the next generation.
The raw smelt gets coated in flour and then placed in hot oil. When it floats to the top, it’s done. They then get topped off with salt and pepper. It’s not Christmas Eve without them!
TRADITION NUMBER TWO: FRIED DOUGHAunt Gaye fried the dough this year. It is just plain dough fried in hot oil and topped with powdered sugar. You can put cheese in some, leave some plain, or dunk some in tomato sauce.
Justin (Aunt Gaye’s grandson and my cousin Christopher and his wife Cheryl’s oldest son) enjoyed eating fried dough with me this year. Look at that adorable face!
TRADITION NUMBER THREE: CRAB CLAWSNo explanation needed. Just put them on a plate and have at it. 