We ate so much food during our Christmas break, by the time the official meal rolled around, we weren’t that hungry. The main culprit? Carmines on Penn. So, so good. Like it makes me wish I lived in Denver so I could have dates take me there regularly kind of good. I think we would have stayed to continue eating there if we could have. We extended our one meal there to left-overs for two days. Four star recommendation for you Denver folk.
So when we sat down for a last meal before I flew home, our plates were less teaming than the usual fair. Also, because we were celebrating at my brother’s house — none of the traditional Christmas dinner foods made an appearance: sweet potato casserole, creamed corn, green beans, butter rolls, pie, etc.
But there was ham. Ew.
Thankfully I talked Cody into grilling me a steak instead. Elk steak, to be precise, with a sweet potato on the side. The one benefit of having an outdoorsy brother is an endless supply of game. These steaks were so incredibly good. He marinated them and then stood in the snow to grill. I was pretty fond of the antelope spicy sausage too.
And in lieu of pie, there was a nice fruit salad. It was a great meal. I like that we put tradition on hold for a year, although I tried cooking up a new family routine. After we finished our stockings Christmas morning, I put in my dad’s new copy of Nacho Libre.
While Cody did in fact like the stretchy pants I made him for Christmas (Amy Butler wide leg lounge pants):
Camo fleece, no less
Raja seems entranced. “Where did my dad’s legs go?”
Alas, he was not a fan of the movie. He watched the first five minutes before storming off alone.
My parents, however, have good taste and thought it was hilarious.
“I am worried about your salvation and stuff…”
“Don’t judge me because I believe in the science!”
We said these lines about a dozen times, laughing our butts off. A new Christmas tradition is formed, stretchy pants and all!