Living away from a Christmas-celebrating culture has forced us to abandon some traditions, but it also has led us to new, super-cool ones. Christmas Eve baking with our Italian friend is one. Last year we made lasagna and wine cookies.
This year, mia amica choose to help us create risotto and tiramisu.
We cranked the Italian Christmas music and commenced.
In Italy, they buy ladyfinger cookies in a package. No such thing in J'bad, and so Calla whipped up some fluffy batter and squeezed delicacies from a zip-lock bag.
Then the donkey song came on and nobody could resist dancing.
If you want to boogie down during your Christmas prep, here it is: "Dominick the Donkey."
You don't need make-up on to dip ladyfingers in coffee.
Tomorrow we feast. Somewhere between thirty and a thousand guests are coming over. I've heard that risotto stretches.
And the food we snitched was yummy too.
Christmas kisses to you all.