So why do carolers get to go around demanding figgy pudding? Being all aggressive, saying they aren’t going to get off our property until they get some. Sure, they bring good tidings to you. And to your kin. But still. They even demand that we bring the figgy pudding right out to them. N0 saying ” Help yourself” to their asses!
When I was a kid, at my Catholic school there would be a Secret Santa exchange between families in the school. I found it incredibly exciting and fun, having never done anything like that before. Now if I had to do that at work or something, I’d be beyond meh about it. But back then, throughout December, we would be surprised by gifts or cookies miraculously appearing at our door. Every night I was filled with anticipation. What would they do? What would they bring? Would they knock, and then we’d run to the door to answer and catch them, and all that would be there is a gust of wind from their quick escape? True story. Holy crap, good one other family from 80s Secret Santa! Families would get creative too, leaving gifts in the back yard or in mailboxes. I was thoroughly impressed. Of course, there was always the omnipresent fear that, come the end, the family would come over, a’caroling. We always hoped it wouldn’t be so. Just drop the cookies and be on your way! Kthxbye! Were we bad people?
Are people still caroling out there, or did it stop and then reemerge as of late? A few years back, one of our more enthusiastic neighbors wanted to carol around the neighborhood. Either we missed it or it didn’t happen, memory fails, but needless to say I was tempted. Why not? I actually like Christmas music! But do I want to annoy others and have them awkwardly stand there as I sing, not knowing what to do with their hands? Probably not.
Is there ironic caroling? Well, if you’re in NYC and you want to order carolers at your next soiree, you can choose “Hipster Carolers.” Yep, you did it again, New York!
That’s them, on the upper left hand corner. Can’t you tell from their Converse All Stars, stripes, and the wacky hat on the fat guy in the back? The other ones are, clockwise, Victorian carolers, “USO Style Trio,” and Evening Quartet. You can tell it’s evening cuz the fellas have their ties loosened and the ladies have slipped into something a bit more comfortable.
Speaking of hipster carolers, you have got to watch this. I LOL-ed. Repeatedly.
Today’s Xmas song of the day made me think about caroling. Duh. Why, cuz it’s the song I usually use to pretend that I’m caroling for friends and loved ones. High-larious, right? Here are Renee & Jeremy with “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.”
This song is from their Christmas Album, Sunny Christmas.
So I just read that Renee & Jeremy are an “indie children’s music duo.” Wow, so that’s a thing? I was always just banking on having any little ohbriggsy’s listen to They Might Be Giants kids songs only.
For today’s update, like a caroler engaging in a marathon session of caroling, I ate my way around the city and the country this year like an eating machine. Check me out!
I went to Portland in March! I had this awesome breakfast at Ken’s Artisan Bakery.
I ate a sandwich at Kenny & Zukes. It was delicious.
Double S and I ate chaat from this food cart.
In May, we went to NYC. I visited my old nabe.
I had amazing kimchi jjigae at Natural Tofu House in Queens.
I ate Peruvian food in Park Slope. Love those sauces.
We ate pizza, of course.
We stumbled into bars in Soho and drank white wine in the afternoon.
In June, we went to Chicago. I made my long awaited sojourn to Rick Bayless’s restaurants. We started at XOCO, whilst we waited two hours to be seated at Frontera Grill. The salsa was amazeballs and the canned local midwestern beer didn’t disappoint.
Once we finally got our seat at Frontera Grill, we had some awesome dishes. Like this tuna ceviche with mangos and fresh chips.
We also ate this mole.
We ate Korean BBQ late one night, as it is meant to be eaten. Real, honest to goodness Korean BBQ cooked on charcoal. It was incredible.
Then I went to St. Louis. My uncle fried this fish in his tricked out turkey fryer gas grill thing. Seriously, best fried fish ever.
Then I went to the Lake of the Ozarks with my parents. For non St. Louis area residents, this is kind of a thing. We ate at Stewart’s. I got a novelty shirt that lauds the fact that they have the Biggest Buns at the Lake. It’s about their ginormous cinnamon buns, of course!Hardy har har!
Then on my flight back to Seattle, we spotted Anne Burrell at O’Hare.
Later in the summer, we roadtripped to Yosemite National Park. In southern Oregon, we had these fried pickles.
And Umpqua ice cream at a popular little roadside stand.
We hit up the Rogue Creamery on our way south. So good.
In San Francisco, we went to Swan Oyster Depot. My man David Chang called it the best restaurant in the US. We had these oysters.
And this Italian style sashimi. So effing good!
This sign was in the restroom.
We also went to Incanto, the restaurant of Top Chef Masters winner Chris Cosentino. We had this tomato risotto that was unlike anything I had ever tasted. It was like eating the essence of everything that a tomato can and should be, at the height of the summer The pesto was made from blanched leaves from the tomato plant. I gotta try to make it this summer.
I also had the best Italian sandwich I’ve had in quite some time. At Molinari’s.
We went to Arizmendi for baked goods. I love that place!
I also continued my quest to eat XLBs (aka soupy dumplings) in every city I go to.
Back in Seattle, I continued to eat. I took my parents to the market. Cliched, yes. But fun!
Double S and I also went to An Incredible Feast. Boy howdy was that amazing! La Boucherie’s pork dish was my favorite.
And I finally visited one of Tom Douglas’s restaurants. I was a newbie to his empire here. We went to Serious Pie.
And I finally had the coconut pie. Holy crap. Best dessert ever? Maybe.
Alright, a look at what I ate this year and a Christmas song? Pretty sweet!