Frankly, Ho ho ho

Boys and girls, moms and dads, brewing brothers and sisters, it’s Christmas eve and this old man will be taking most of this evening off in preparation for tomorrow’s festivities. Just clearing my head.

The whole fam damily will attend our traditional opening of gifts at the Morris compound tomorrow. Gift openings have a coordinated time specified by Mom and they are opened one kid at a time starting from youngest to oldest. I look around the room every year and I’m still the last one to open gifts. My pocket knife, dubbed the “Christmas knife” years ago, will be passed around to help with the unwrappings and unboxings. It will get lost and then be found when we finally finish. Each one of us will get a scratch-off lottery ticket. We’ll pluck them off the tree one at a time. One or two of us will win a dollar. Eventually two or three large trash bags will get filled with torn wrapping paper.

The traditional meal is homemade Italian. Manicotti (She calls them mah-ni-gaw-tee) {see reference} with meatballs, sausage and braciole (bra-zhole – see reference above), a flank steak rolled with hardboiled eggs, raisins, parmesan cheese, garlic, parsley and maybe some secret spices that she hasn’t revealed. She made 170 manicotti shells for us twelve family members (sons and their babes and offspring.) Containers will be filled with what’s left over for the kids. The wife and I may chow on this feast maybe one more time before all of it’s gone.

During the day, one kid will be chided for dropping an f-bomb. No f-bombs are allowed in our house. I predict that the one son, Dave, who has grown a magnificent, majestic beard (similar to this one,) will be dubbed a lumberjack by one of his brothers. One or the boys will fart out loud and their ladies will yell at them for doing it. Some of them will have to work on Monday, and drinking (mostly beer) will be moderate if at all. I have a sixer of Brickstone APA (brewed in Bourbonnais right down the road a bit) in the fridge just in case. And, of course, the beer store just down the road will be open.

As I type this, I’m partaking of some Avery Old Jubilation, an old ale style beer. The taste is nicely sweet and malty and running very close to a Scottish ale but not quite. The first few cans didn’t blow me away. The beer didn’t have that familiar, big old ale mouthfeel and taste. It seemed to be a bit of a lightweight. But it was nice and tasty and got me through Christmas eve.

On Christmas evening, somewhere around 8 or 9 p.m., I’ll settle in to post on SPT for Monday because I love doing this shit. Happy Christmas!! Cheers.

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4 Responses to Frankly, Ho ho ho

  1. Keith says:

    Merry Christmas Frank and may you continue for many more.

  2. fcgrabo says:

    Thanks. Merry Christmas to you as well.

  3. Al Asarnov says:

    Merry Christmas, and thanks for an amazing website!

  4. SkipHerr says:

    Merry Christmas Frank & family!

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