Happy Christmas,Eve Lovlies.

I'm working on XE dinner: baccala salad, cod and potato stew, linguine with tuna sauce, shrimp cocktail, stuffed mushrooms, etc. etc. These are the dishes of my husband's family and we make them to protect the traditions. And we're the only ones who do, apparently, so that makes it even more important in our minds. His Sicilian ancestors would be so proud.

My father in law is on his way. I'm using his mother's recipes so I'm actually a little nervous. When Spouse and I do XE alone, we improvise a little but I'm trying to stay true. There is at least one thing that he can complain about: I used fresh cod instead of salted. But I'm prepared to defend my choice with a hearty, "Couldn't locate it!" We did find the oil-cured olives. And the bread. And the nuts. We're still working on the right figs.

I don't mind the work, or the money (wow this crap is expensive!). I just hope that he truly enjoys all of it. I want him to feel welcome and honored. We don't get along especially well--I don't think that he likes me AT ALL--but I"m making a genuine effort. I'm a little nervous about it all.

Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate. This is one of my favorite nights of the year. To To is awake (an hour early! crap!) so I'd better finish this martini, turn down the sauce, and go up and get him.