I was seriously worried about my Christmas weekend when I awoke at 4:40 a.m. on the morning of the 24th with a sore throat. I thought of all the work I needed to do later in the day and mobilized every treatment I could think of: Claritin, Tylenol, Listerine and a zinc losenge. Once I was thoroughly medicated, I went back to sleep and when I woke up my sore throat was gone and it hasn't returned.
Once I was awake and ready to go, I started fixing breakfast. On Friday, I'd gone to a grocery store that caters to the local Hispanic population, with the idea of cooking something that would remind my husband of the Christmas fare his abuela used to make. When I saw a prominent display of huge steaming pots for tamales, I knew I was out of my league. My compromise was buying fresh tortillas and chorizo to make breakfast burritos.
I should admit now that I'd never actually eaten a breakfast burrito before. I thought that scrambled eggs, chorizo, green peppers, onions, cheese and salsa in a tortilla would be adequate. I rolled two burritos for my husband and one for myself. Frankly, I thought mine was bland and unpleasantly squishy. Apparently fast food breakfast burritos contain jalapeños and potatoes. I'd never even considered including potatoes, but that would have been an improvement. Oh well, live and learn.
Much of the day was a blur. I had a LOT of stuff to do: gift wrapping, light bulb replacement, weeks' worth of laundry, basement cleaning (which includes heavy duty catbox maintenance and floor mopping), mattress turning, etc. In between, I managed to make ground beef burritos for lunch (since we already had tortillas and salsa...) and meatloaf for dinner (which used up the rest of the chorizo).
My final task of the day was to make rolls for Christmas dinner, but I waited way too late to start the process. By the time the dough rose twice and the rolls finally came out of the oven, it was well after midnight and my husband had gone to bed.
So that was our stay-at-home Christmas Eve - not very exciting, but satisfying nonetheless.
Tomorrow: Our gigantic Christmas feast.