I love, love, love going back home for Christmas. My parents are always the kindest hosts, cook the best food and make you feel so welcome. When I pulled into the driveway on Christmas Eve my Mom's house was already beautifully decorated and her cooking was in full swing.
Our table settings used to set for 30+ people but now they are usually set for 8. It is way less hectic and a much more enjoyable experience for my Mom I am sure.
This Santa has been a part of every single one of my Christmas holidays. My Mom thinks he was born in the 1950's, I just like his jolly spirit.
My Mom was making eclairs when I walked in. She then stuffed them with custard and whipped cream. She is just an amazing cook.
While she was making the desserts, I took a selfie.
Lol. True story.
Christmas time is always the best time.
We didn't put out too many appetizers because we didn't want to be stuffed for dinner. My Mom was so kind and made me my favorite Chicken Liver Pate, I ate this until dinner was served and was perfectly happy.
My sweet Dad.
It has been a Christmas tradition to have soup and crab the night of Christmas Eve. My Mom would make clam chowder and sometimes split pea soup and then serve up hot buttered rolls.
It is perfectly filling an a nice segway into the next day's full cooking agenda. I love soup so it is always is a favorite for me!
Cracked crab from Stagnero's in Santa Cruz is the only way to go for a fresh seafood platter. The crab was sweet, fresh and totally meaty.
As you can see, we had a totally mellow night. It was pretty much heaven in my book...