
Tonight was Christmas Eve, which my family celebrates in leu of the regular Christmas Day. To my knowledge, this bares minimal, if any, religious significance given that I am an atheist, my dad thinks religion is for the weak-minded, and my mom just agrees with my dad. Actually, my mom was never really religious, and she's never approved of me hanging out with religious loonies. It was actually a surprise a few years ago when I found out I had never been baptized. We had gone to church when we lived in Canada, so that was a little interesting. Apparently, it's still a little bit of an issue between my mom and grandma.
I'm happy that I was never baptized. I like to think that a person should be able to make these sort of decisions on there own. Otherwise, the least they could do would be to offer some sort of anti-baptismal procedure -- which I don't think they do. I think faith is an extremely personal thing, and in my opinion people can choose to believe in anything they want, but I never fancied the notion of brainwashing children into believing in something. But I guess it's not really brainwashing if you believe it yourself; then it's just called "teaching."
The day was filled with tons of cooking, but yielded very little results quantitatively. When we sat down at the table, my mom and I were surprised at how much work we did with so few items on the table. Essentially, we had only the following:
1.) Bread (which had to be picked up at the bakery in Hillcrest this morning. Me at 8am)
2.) Herring with onions
3.) Pastries filled with mushrooms
4.) Borscht (beet soup)
5.) Potato and vegetable salad
6.) jam-filled cookie things
wow.
Really?
I guess things just take a really long time. Everything is time-consuming. It was way better this year than last, because I helped out with everything. Last year for some reason, my mom did a lot and it was too hard on her. It was actually fun, and when things started to frustrate her, I just stepped in and did it myself and amazed her with my novelty-talent of the moment.
Christmas Eve, to mean, is a way for me to connect culturally with my heritage through food. These are things that I love, and there is a history behind them all. It's simple food, and the most delicious food I've ever had. It's so incredibly important to me to learn how to make all of these things, because really, it's morbid to admit it, but one day there won't be someone to ask how to do it. My mom, dad, and brother are the the only family I have here (and my brother is not really good for anything here). I'm so far away from any other family, so it means a lot to me to be close to them and to connect.
Also. I went to the beach with my mom today. I told Justin this to make him jealous. He just replied that he too went to the beach, but you couldn't really see it... oh snow. I can't wait to go sledding. :-)
fyi: that's not a picture of our actual herring. But it looked very similar. minus the capers I guess. Plus onions and cranberries and lemon. Ours was better. I love herring. Wow, I love herring. When I went to Norway and Finland, I judged the quality of the hotel by the quality and variety of herring served at breakfast. Finland won. For sure.