My mother was a wonderful and committed hostess. She entertained all the family on Christmas Eve, again on Christmas Day, then the big one on New Years Day. All in a 1000 square foot house and a very small kitchen. Then, she rested until Easter. No wonder I am a nervous wreck around the holidays. My mother was perfect. You'll meet her in a couple of days. No really. Check back.
But I am working on making life simpler for me, though. I've been trying to create a Christmas Eve tradition, something memorable and nice that I can prepare early in the day and cook off later. A couple years I made a lasagne, but true to my up bringing, it had two types of meat and a homemade sauce. Not easy. Not fast. This year, I'm making a much easier lasagne. So this blog is not about a recipe. This recipe is readily available many places. It is about feeling good and being happy. It is about enjoying the people around me and the life we've created together.
Christmas Eve at the Osborne's Lasagne