My sister and I had spent the days before getting ready by making all kinds of sweets, one of which was whiskey balls. Oh how I hated rolling those cocoa balls in the powdered sugar. It was such a mess. The press cookies were always my favorite. I loved to pop those little Christmas trees out and add sprinkles and non perils to them.
My great aunt always brought baklava. We were not Greek so I never really understood why we had baklava each year. But it never failed that she brought it. There was always a ham, dressing, and little sandwiches filled with pimento cheese, my father's favorite. Olives, and pickles, dips of all kind, chips, deviled eggs, and best of all my Aunt Janice's fried chicken wings. My grandmother would have made her master piece, a coconut cake.
We ate until we were stuffed. My grandfather then always sat back and had his high ball, and told us of Christmas back in the early 1900's.
This is the second blog in the series by GeneaBloggers Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories 2012.
Your Christmas Eve feast was a réveillon, non? Unlike your family, though, no one brought dishes to share. I don't think anyone but Mom prepared and cooked the meal. It was only years later that I could appreciate the amount of work my poor Mom put into preparing all that food, not to mention getting the house ready for our family and guests.
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