Christmas Dinner

Christmas brought to the table in my life a lot of new relationships, though it was surprising. When my boyfriend and I came over to his parents’ home, I was out of the blue surrounded by his relatives, friends, aunts, and others. In some cases, I was even frightening since I’ve never came round so many people at the same time. It goes without saying it that all of them were caring, supportive, and friendly. Having said that, I haven’t got used to family get-togethers and felt quite awkward. At first I’ve tried to support endless chit-chat and numerous dialogs, but after a while I just decided to take a back seat, keep quiet and enjoy the family atmosphere.

In spite of the fact that I’m not into cooking, I had to recall my poor cooking skills and help others with food for Christmas dinner in December. On the one hand, I could relax and watch movies because, frankly speaking, nothing required my help. At the same time, I really wanted to get into these Christmas deals, so my help was out of the question. Even though occasionally I heard from these lovely folks exclamations such as “Just make yourself comfortable and rest up, we’ll do everything,” I saw that they appreciated my enthusiasm in the kitchen.

So what did we actually cook? Well, all kinds of things, ranging from simple salads to complicated dishes with specific spices and herbs. Generally speaking, we just chopped, boiled, roasted, and did all the things people usually do on the kitchen when they arrange holiday food. I also heard that cookers don’t like to eat food they make, and I’ve found it to be true for me. When I was cooking, I’ve tasted all the dishes, so when it came to eating them beside the table with others, I wasn’t that interested. Happily, at some point roasted chicken got me in the mood, so I tasted everything we’ve cooked. Honestly, I was bowled over by the specific flavors and tastes. Indeed, food was perfect.

The one thing that bothered me was others' compliments to my cooking skills. I didn’t feel like I deserved all the compliments about the food which I’ve got. Really, I haven't cooked everything by myself! This family just took me under their wing, so without their guidance everything I would have done would be an omelette. So, in Christmas evening, I kept tasting, drinking, and chatting with others, though at some point, I thought "enough is enough" and went to sleep.

I'm surprised that Christmas has a lot of new relationships into my life. When my boyfriend and I went over to his parents’ home, I was suddenly surrounded by his relatives, friends and neighbors. In some cases, I was even frightened since I’ve never been around so many people at the same time. Of course, all of them were caring, supportive, and friendly. Having said that, I haven’t gotten used to family get-togethers and have felt quite awkward. At first I tried to support endless chit-chat and numerous dialogues, but after a while I just decided to take a back seat, keep quiet and enjoy the family atmosphere.

Despite being bad a cooking, I still helped his family prepare Christmas dinner. On the one hand, I could relax and watch movies because, frankly speaking, nothing required my help. At the same time, I really wanted to get into the Christmas spirit, so not helping was out of the question. Even though occasionally I heard from these lovely folks exclamations such as “Just make yourself comfortable and rest up, we’ll do everything,” I saw that they appreciated my enthusiasm in the kitchen.

So what did we actually cook? Well, all kinds of things, ranging from simple salads to complicated dishes with specific spices and herbs. Generally speaking, we just chopped, boiled, roasted, and did all the things people usually do in the kitchen when they prepare holiday food. I also heard that people who cook don’t like to eat the food they make and I’ve found it to be true for me. When I was cooking, I tasted all the dishes, so when it came to eating them at the table with the others, I wasn’t that interested. Happily, at some point, roasted chicken got me in the mood, so I tasted everything we cooked. Honestly, I was bowled over by the specific flavors and tastes. Indeed, the food was perfect.

The one thing that bothered me were the compliments others made about my cooking skills. I didn’t feel like I deserved all the compliments about the food I cooked. Really, I didn't cook everything by myself! This family just took me under their wing, so without their guidance, everything I would have made would have been an omelette. So, Christmas evening, I kept tasting, drinking, and chatting with the others. Though at some point, I thought, "Enough is enough" and went to bed.