Christmas is such a bittersweet time of year. Work is always stressful with getting the year-end stuff wrapped up (just in time for tax season to start), although we did better this year, we/I never seem to budget for Christmas shopping, there’s my constant battle with seasonal depression…So while I’ve been trying to make things fun for the bambino, I always have a slight tinge of apathy towards the whole holiday season. I know there are people who go full-on Norman Rockwell and Pinterest-perfection, and that’s just not my style. If I had my way (or we didn’t have the bambino), we wouldn’t really bother celebrating at all. I know–I’m a Scrooge. A Grinch.
And I can’t think of Christmas without thinking of my grandparents. My grandma loved Christmas and would go all-out with baking cookies, fixing food, having family over. I know I was a cynical brat back then (oh, wait, I still am), but now, I kind of miss being crammed halfway up the stairwell with my sister or cousins, while presents were passed out. And when I was old enough to participate (ie., I was deemed old enough, which was not necessarily the same as the legal drinking age), there were shots of Jägermeister with my grandfather.
When I asked for ideas for Christmas dinner, neither Jay or the bambino really had much in the way of suggestions. Jay did express interest in a “traditional” Christmas dinner, involving a goose, knowing full well I wouldn’t be cooking that. I’ve had goose once, and I did not care for it at all. I thought it might be fun to either go really extravagant and get a rib roast, or eschew all tradition and just have something like enchiladas or tacos. In the end, we decided that because we all love breakfast, we’d make that the main meal, and we’d just graze the rest of the day. I chose this Baked Apple French Toast, since it’s prepared the night before, and cooked up while we opened presents.
I first made this dish back in 2008 for Christmas breakfast. The bambino’s first Christmas, and I tried to make it somewhat special, even though I knew he wasn’t going to remember it. I haven’t made it since, though, as that’s also the day my grandfather passed away. This year, though, I’m actually softening towards Christmas–The bambino has been SO excited and so thrilled about it, I can’t help but get in the spirit. Even this typically black-hearted cynic has to admit that there is something magical about Christmas when seen through the eyes of a sweetly innocent child.
A delicious breakfast doesn’t hurt either.
And there’s enough leftovers, we can have breakfast again tomorrow or Saturday. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the remaining croissants I have though…There are either sandwiches or bread pudding in my future!