Posting has been difficult, due mainly to the Palace’s critical mission responsibilities in the ongoing War on Christmas.
Still, I had to briefly interrupt the supply chain because I needed to send this important missive out to my many tens of loyal readers:
Whatever you celebrate,
I wish for you and yours a peaceful holiday season
and a healthy and happy 2012.
My family is small, but one of our nice traditions this time of year is the Christmas Eve Seven Fishes, a Southern Italian custom from my mother’s side. The dishes usually include clams and mussels in marinara sauce over linguini (that’s 2), shrimp cocktail, calamari, crab dip, a broiled filet of salmon with lemon and pepper, and deep fried zeppoles with anchovies in them. (I hated them as a kid, and used to refer to them derisively as “fish cookies.”) Occasionally, someone forgets to pick up the calamari or bring the crab dip, and a happy panic ensues as we scour the pantry for a can of tuna we can spread on crackers, and go through the freezer looking for frozen fish sticks. The superstition behind the Seven Fishes is that it brings “good luck” — but only if you have seven. I’m pretty sure no one actually believes this, except my mom. But it sure is fun, and delicious. Needless to say, there is also a ridiculous amount of wine involved in these festivities. And not a single mention of gods or churches.
Whatever you do, I hope you find a little joy in your day — and not just at this time of year, either, but every single day. Insist on it. Because otherwise, obviously, the terrorists win.