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Hi, I'm Emily.
Kevin and I had our Christmas last night, which is probably why I keep thinking that today is Christmas when it’s actually Christmas Eve.
I always work too hard for our Christmas dinner. It’s just the two of us, after all, but I feel that it’s important to start our own traditions. So, for the third year, we had Christmas just between the two of us with food to feed at least 6 more.
The potatoes were a surprising treat as I had never made them, seen them made, or had a recipe for them. So I just baked them, hollowed them out, added some sea salt, sour cream, milk, parsley, and mozzarella cheese to the hollowed out potatoes and filled the skins back up again and baked them. I should have written down the amounts, but I feel like the magic lay in the fact that I was wearing my grandma’s apron. Somehow, the amounts made sense using a pinch, a dash, a smidgen, and a dollop. If you ever need to borrow the magic apron, please ask. It probably helps if you have some baking common sense too, but maybe that comes with the apron as well.
Kevin said we had to clean everything up before presents. He is so much like my father. So we washed dishes, cleaned the table, put the leftovers (and there are plenty!) into the fridge, and then, finally, we got to gift-opening time. As usual, Kevin didn’t follow the dollar limit. He’s the worst at that and the best at giving gifts.
We spent the evening hanging out, arms linked, feet propped up on the ottoman, couch-cozying, watching TV, and watching the snow accumulate rapidly on the world outside. It was in that moment that I realized again that my dad was always right; Christmas isn’t about presents. Christmas is about being with the ones you love and being thankful for the birth of the baby who would save the world. It was perfect.
I wrote the instructions because Kevin was supposed to put it in when he got home from work. He doesn't do well without written instructions. 🙂 The potatoes were delicious and there are leftovers. Come over. I miss you.
Several things that I noticed: the potatoes look delicious and you wrote instructions on the foil for the meat. I missed not seeing you this year, but you were not out of mind. Love you!
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