It’s the “sandwich” week. The week between Christmas and the New Year, a time to reflect on the past year, to hope for the future, to write resolutions for breaking. Or, for some people it just means a week of eating an endless supply of leftover turkey or ham sandwiches and packing up the decorations. For most of us, it’s a little of all of those things.
We roasted leg of lamb this year for Christmas, and did not cook enough for leftover lambwiches, not really. I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I’m sure someone somewhere must have concocted a lamb, mashed potato, and mint jelly-wich, much like the turkey, dressing and cranberry-wich we prepare sometimes shortly after Thanksgiving. Johnny loves lamb, and I’ve grown to like it, but I never would have eaten lamb if I hadn’t married Johnny. Most native Texans just aren’t accustomed to eating lamb. My son’s girlfriend sent him a picture of an adorable little lamb, you know, prior to roasting and presumably very much alive with fuzzy wool and limbs still in tact. This after he told her what was for Christmas dinner. This is what you’re eating, she texted. B-a-a-a-a-a. I almost felt guilty. Almost. Somewhere in between bites maybe.
It was a wonderful Christmas spent with our families, with Johnny’s parents, and then with mine – days to treasure. Of all things, here in Texas it has snowed twice since I posted “Snowy Blog.” It snowed on Christmas Eve (which hasn’t happened since 1920 something in Dallas), and snowed again today. It will all melt tomorrow, and that’s the way I like it!
I’m not sure I’m ready for the changes 2010 will bring, but as I have little choice in the matter, I’ll keep putting one foot in front of the other. I hope everyone has a Happy New Year!