When the holiday season rolls around each year, my mom spends hours preparing a lot of food for different festivities. We can’t possibly let her cook so much in December, right? And everyone else’s skills in the home with food is… lacking. Instead, we do something else. We’ve had the tradition for as long as I can remember- going out to eat for dinner on Christmas Eve.
Now I’m not talking Olive Garden, or Costa Vida, or Denny’s. We get some more unique food each year. My uncle’s family tags along when we go to all sorts of foreign places. I’ve tried Indian cuisine, Mexican, Vietnamese, Japanese, Thai, all sorts of European food, and much more. There’s been plenty of eventful experiences we’ve had!
The food is always delicious. We’ve been able to eat so many new and incredible things! I really love the drunken noodles from a local authentic Thai place we’ve been to several times. Or the heartwarming Pho, a Vietnamese soup full of meat, warm broth, and a colorful array of herbs, vegetables, and spices. Every curry in existence is always rich in flavor, color, and culture. That curry from the Indian place we went to really was delectable! Drinks and dessert, of course, are never forgotten. Me and my older sister for like, 4 years straight, tried to order a mango smoothie from every place we went to. Sometimes there would be boba inside, or it it was thick and chunky, or even it was watery and subtle. No matter how the taste of anything we ate differed, you could tell that tons of hard work was put into each and every dish.
I remember learning about the culture and beginning to somewhat understand the beauty of each restaurant we ate at. There was always something from that country on display. Whether it be photographs and paintings, pottery, flowers, or even phrases on the wall in that country’s main language, it felt like a treat to learn something new.
By the time our stomachs get happily full, we would all hurry home to enjoy some eggnog and wear brand new pajamas. We have my grandpa, who is old and suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, read us a special Christmas story each year. It’s hard for him to remember a lot, and I’ve grown up watching him know all about my interests, to not knowing how to drive, and even forgetting my name. I never see him cry except for on Christmas Eve when he reads the same story to all the family. It touches all our hearts.
I’m grateful that I get to have such a wonderful Christmas Eve. Because of the hard work of the people who serve us that food every year, we all get to spend more time together during the holidays.
I’ve included a small drawing I did of some Pho! I wrote “eat up” in many different languages, because food is universal, and so are the friendships we make through that food.