This month’s post is partially in Italian to honor the tradition of my Dad’s “famous” Christmas Eve meatballs that go along with our annual Christmas Eve spaghetti dinner.
I asked my dad to tell me again the story of how the Christmas Eve spaghetti and meatballs began and here it is paraphrased:
My Dad’s foster dad (long story that needs to be a book someday) had two biological children, one of whom was named Bill. His wife Karen had many friends who worked in the theater industry in New York City. Karen and Bill would host dinner every Christmas Eve for their personal friends and their friends in the theater community; actors, directors, stagehands, you name it. Because they weren’t able to go home for the holidays because of the rigorous play schedules, they had nowhere to be and Karen wouldn’t have that.
At this annual Christmas Eve dinner, the menu was always the same: spaghetti and meatballs. Their home was filled with the sounds of creative people, card tables as far as you could see, and the smell of spaghetti and meatballs coming from their kitchen. My dad attended those dinners throughout his high school years, and it made a huge impression on him.
So when my parents got married, my mom wanted to impart my dad’s traditions to our family, as his family was far away on the East Coast. Spaghetti and meatball Christmas Eve dinner started when I was a toddler and we’ve been doing it every year since. Even with marriages and children and grandchildren, the tradition is still alive and well-loved. I don’t doubt that our children will keep the memory alive as it’s a great story and, well, spaghetti and meatballs are pretty awesome too. I have tried to replicate the meatballs on holidays where we couldn’t be together and they just aren’t as good as my dad’s. 🙂
Without further ado, the last tater tot post of the decade!
Casa sulla roccia
(House on the Rock)
In November, we got to go to House on the Rock in Wisconsin for an overnight getaway with friends of ours. It was so much fun simply being away for a little over 24 hours, which made me think we should do little getaways like that during winter to make winter less smad.
You know what else will make me less smad?
And lots and lots of doll heads.
I have these images saved on my phone to text to anyone who is giving me a hard time in 2020.
The takeaway from House on the Rock? The dude who came up with it had to have been high as a kite most of his adult life. Not that there is anything wrong with that.
Speaking of, T-Minus 22 days until legal marijuana in Illinois.
You know what else makes me less smad?
That there is a restaurant called Pho King Good in Madison Wisconsin (which we passed on the way to House on the Rock), and because many people think Pho is pronounced FO as in FO SHO, they have no idea that it is really pronounced FU as in FUCKING GOOD.
Grammatica, è Buono!
(Grammar, it’s good!)
I just need to get this off of my chest…..
I have seen these two words used incorrectly so many times in the last two months that it makes me want to scream. Like, it drives me INSANE. And it’s not just regular people misusing these two words: LEGITIMATE websites are using these words incorrectly.
USA Today? Is that still a respectable newspaper? Was it ever? They used this incorrectly besides many other mistakes.
Musica di cui sono ossessionato
(Music I am obsessed with)
I’m thinking of making this a Tater Tot regular because I love music and feel like I never share that side of me on the blog.
So, over the past several months. I have become obsessed with the band The Paper Kites. If you want some great background music to chill to in your life, check them out.
Here is one of my favorites:
Chi non ha Bisogno di un deodorante per lo scoiattolo? Le mie prime cinque scelte Regalo dell’ ultimo minuto
(Who doesn’t need a squirrel air freshener? My top five last-minute gift picks)
In case you were wondering, yes, there is such a thing as too many candles.
Is the overgrown shrubbery/ excessive candle look becoming a trend?
Canzone di Natale che odi amare?
(What is the Christmas song you hate to love?)
NOT love to hate. There is a difference.
Here is mine:
Tell me yours in the comments! Happy December, my friends!
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