I love baking, I just don’t love eating baked goods.

Don’t get me wrong I love a cookie, muffin, or chocolate layer cake as much as the next person, but I’m  not generally the type of person to crave dessert on a regular basis.

If I could bake for other people all the time, I would be happy.

Christmas in my family means Chinese food and movies, and it is a day of familial bonding we look forward to all year.  Mainly because it’s usually the one time of year that we all have off from our respective responsibilities to spend the day just simply being a family.

Unfortunately I threw a wrench in our regular routine by coming down with the plague this year.  Instead of me visiting my family, my family came to me.  It’s a good thing too, because man did I need to be around people.

My dad, sugaraholic that he is, gave me a perfect excuse to whip out that Kitchen Aid Mixer that sets my heart aflutter.

“Do you have any chocolate?”

“I don’t keep sweets in the house, but I could make chocolate chip cookies.”

“That’ll do.”

Of course, I still have the flu and quite possibly have now made delicious little flu-cookies, but still, everyone seemed happy.

If you don’t know this yet, the key to “chewy” vs. “crispy” cookies is to use corn syrup instead of white sugar.  Sugar granulates and gets crispy, corn syrup is made of ooey-gooey magical sweetness.

Okay, so I don’t keep ‘sweets’ at home, that doesn’t mean I don’t keep all the ingredients necessary to make ‘sweets’ hidden in the recesses of my pantry.

Family members satiated with sweets; it was time to get this holiday tradition on the road:  The Chinese takeout appeared as if by magic (well, actually my dad picked it up, but he’s kind of like magic).

Can’t forget the soup!
Egg drop.  In all my efforts to recreate my favorite takeout dishes at home, I never get the consistency of egg drop soup quite right.  Perhaps a 2011 resolution?

Sesame chicken, brown rice, white rice, egg foo young, beef chow fun

Mmm, tastes like Christmas!

Let me preface this by saying I’m still a wee bit loopy.  Over dinner I tried to impress my father with my newfangled knowledge of the German language, but it mostly turned into me saying a bunch of “words” then asking “Does that mean anything?”  To which my father just shook his head and wondered whether it was too late to exchange this daughter for a newer model.  Then I started saying, “Dad say ________ in German.  Okay, say___________.  Now dance.”

Maybe it’s time to lay off the cold medicine.

Since my pajama adorned self dragged my family all the way to Brooklyn, I figured the least I could do was share my new toy with them.  It was time to break in the new Wii!  This was my first real Wii-a-thon, and the first time my parents ever played.

They loved it!  I think the exact words my father used were “outstanding” and “delightful” and my mom said “I love it, don’t buy me one.”  She says this a lot, because somewhere in the recesses of my Filofax I take notes on the things people say they “love” and then come birthdays, holidays, and just because moments I tend to reference back.  Note taken.

We bowled and played table tennis, and after a while I wore myself out, but I let those two crazy kids that made me duke it out.  It was really fun.  I think I may have found the key to getting my parents to visit me more often!

My mom did have one complaint though, she said my Mii didn’t look like me, and hers and my fathers were definite doppelgängers.  Sigh, everyone’s a critic…

Really, it was the best I could do given the cartoon options I had to work with.

My mom is quite proud of hers.

Personally, I think my dad looks more like Hulk Hogan in Mii form, than himself.  I’m pretty okay with that, Hulkamania was a bright spot in my development.

Since I was in no shape to hit up the movie theater,  as we usually do, instead we scoped out all the really bad horror movies that Netflix had to offer.

Strange, the gratuitous nudity and sex that doesn’t phase me a bit when I watch these movies with my friends makes me uber uncomfortable when I’m sharing a couch with my dad.  Luckily my parents are the types to tease me about my puritanical reaction than be offended or it could have been super weird.  Still, next year let’s aim for a family friendly comedy.

While this day certainly broke from tradition, it really was one of the best Christmases we’ve had in a while.  We laughed, we coughed, we ate cookies, and clapped for one another.  This warm, comfortable feeling is what the holiday season is all about.  My family may be small, but it is close, and I can’t imagine having two more wonderful and doting parents.

Merry Christmas and Happy Saturday!