Thursday, October 6, 2011
I actually hate the musical "Fiddler on the Roof". I can't explain it, but ugh. It gives me twitches. But, the title of that particular song fits this post perfectly.
I was browsing on pinterest the other day and came upon a popular post for "comeback sauce". That isn't really relevant, but I clicked through to this blog, Syrup and Biscuits. I decided to browse her other recipes.
Her most recent post is this one, on tradition and Sunday dinners. Her description of her dream Sunday reached out and made me a little nostalgic. Although, coming from a teeny family (just me and mom) Sunday dinners weren't really something we looked forward to and celebrated. Though N, my mom and I have made an effort to create this tradition in our family, we're small, and our extended family is uninterested.
Coming from a small (but tight, I talk to my mom every single day pretty much) family, doesn't mean this doesn't appeal to me. I watch shows like Parenthood and Brothers and Sisters and movies like Dan in Real Life and I want that. I want a bigger family that is close, a family that spends time together and does old fashioned things like plays charades and card games on rainy days. I guess I'm old fashioned that way.
The only tradition we really have is Christmas day pizza. It all started several years when my parents first got married. We typically spent Christmas Eve with my mother's family and Christmas day was with my step-dad's family. Christmas morning we'd head to Alice's (Grandma), have brunch and open gifts. After the gifts were opened and everyone was sufficiently stuffed, my parents, myself and my step-sisters (and later N and sister #1's husband) would head back to my parents house, open presents and maybe watch a movie, if someone had received one as a gift. We'd always get hungry. Because we went elsewhere for breakfast, we never thought about dinner. So K (sister 1) and I would head to the nearest open gas station and pick up frozen pizzas. We had frozen pizzas for several years. It has evolved into us building our own pizzas on Christmas Day, which I love. (I never liked ham anyway)
What traditions do you have, or wish for? Am I alone in wanting the familial connections like Sunday dinner?