Take me to your lasagna

Italian FamilyImagine…

You’ve been abducted by aliens.

You’ve been stolen away from your real life.

Your family is gone.

You are brought to some unfamiliar place.

They don’t speak English.

They don’t eat the same food that you do


Flying SaucerImagine…

You’re surrounded by relatives.

You’re at some house for a party.

Your parents have disappeared into the crowd.

You’ve never been there before.

They don’t speak English, only Italian.

They don’t eat the same food that you do.

I remember as a kid that Christmas was the time of year to eat. Especially in my Italian family. Food was considered a religion all on its own. The most holiest of days was filled with a lot of food and a lot of noisy Italian relatives. It was also a time where those same relatives traditionally told me that I don’t eat enough and that I’m too skinny.

I’m very sentimental about many of the foods I ate as a kid. I remember that there was so many wonderful Christmas foods. There was also so many wonderful problems I had trying to digest most of them.

Of the selections below, only about 1/3 of them grace my dinner table these days. (link to my other blogs here or here to see what’s currently on my plate)

Our traditional feast was served at lunch on Christmas day. We’d start eating by noon, finish by 2-230pm, and be back at the table again for 5pm. And the Moms would spend the day in the kitchen making it all happen. Our Christmas menu went something like this…

As good as this menu looks to most people I don’t have pleasant memories of  childhood Christmas food experiences. I often made myself unwell eating these foods only because I did not know I was intolerant to cheese, wheat and sugar. My list of food intolerance and sensitivities has grown since then too.

I wonder what it’s like for other people. Am I the only one who sees Christmas as an obstacle course made of food? Do other folks have health challenges at this time of year? Or cultural food and emotional eating challenges?

What’s it like  for you?

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  1. My mom was a nurse and often had to work on Christmas Day. We would get up early with my dad, open stockings, then wait until 4:30pm to open presents. Yes, we learned to be patient 🙂 Breakfast was often corned beef brisket, with mustard and small rolls. She would put out snacks for grazing though (before going to work), and that’s what we would do all day, watching Christmas classics, until dinner around 6pm.

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