I hope yinz have been having a lovely holiday season and eating lots of cookies. If you’ve failed to properly do the latter, believe me, I’ve made up for you. This holiday season has been surprisingly balanced in BeezusKiddo world. I have two big filings left in the next couple weeks. Both are in good shape and there have been few work emergencies, so I have been able to spend a little more time with the fam and a little less time on the computer. My mom and stepdad are in town until Saturday, and they’ve been having plenty of fun hanging out with Baby Beez. Since I have work mostly squared away, this afternoon we’re all going to check out the holiday show at the Western Pennsylvania Model Railroad Museum.
My mom’s assistance with childcare has allowed me to go yoga crazy this week. I didn’t make it to class on Christmas day, but I worked it in the hot room Saturday through Tuesday, yesterday, and plan to continue going today and tomorrow. The bikram workout has gone from being hard to feeling good. Each day my poses are a little steadier, and I can sink a little deeper in the stretch.
I haven’t forgotten my 32 before 32 resolution of a crock pot meal each week. Last week’s meal was extremely simple and extremely Pittsburgh:
Throw all these things in a crock pot. Cook all day. Serve with mashed potatoes. Also an Ahrn City, if you’ve got one.
Earlier in the month, I took the Feast of the Seven Fishes cooking class at Chop Wok & Talk with my friend Christine. My dad’s side of the family is all Italian Catholic, but I’ve never actually had a Feast of the Seven Fishes for Christmas Eve. Left to me, it would be seven shapes of fish sticks. This class made preparing the meal extremely accessible, and the food was all very delicious. I especially liked that the teacher gave us a guide for breaking down the shopping and preparation over several days prior to the meal, so that on the day-of you spend minimal time in the kitchen, and a maximum amount of time visiting with family and friends.
Given the chance to make this on my own, I’d make some tweaks to the menu and give it a little Latin flair, by serving ceviche and paella. But even as the class was structured, it was a great introduction to the tradition. Once we’re in a house with a larger kitchen or entertaining area, I would love to host a Feast on Christmas Eve.
Our family is Jewish and we celebrated Chanukah several weeks ago. Mr. Beez’ family, however, is Catholic, and we shared Christmas with them. Santa very generously visited Baby Beez this year, even in spite of her less-than stellar behavior as of late.