I had the worst dreams last night! I dreamed I couldn't find my kids' Christmas gifts, Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon broke up, a couple Hucksters had a bloody duel and were buried in seagull crap. And the huge head of Bradley Thoma hovered above me saying--- "It's not my fault. I've got a disability..."

It was bad. No more eggnog for lunch.

Today, after all, is Christmas Eve, better known around our house as the Festival of Strange Norwegian Meats. We spend Christmas Eve with my Norwegian in-laws. Each year they make a pilgrimage to Ballard, Washington, and stock up on...meat. For example, Pinnekjøtt (literally “stick meat”) or dried mutton ribs, a traditional Christmas dish in the western parts of Norway. Pinnekjøtt is salted, dried and sometimes smoked lamb’s ribs.
Then there's ribbe (pork belly) and Medisterkaker (ground pork and veal sausage). I tend to eat a LOT of mashed rutabega and cabbage, and wash it down with a fair amont of Glögg.

Now that I've whet your appetites, use this thread to share your own Christmas Eve traditions, or start a new topic.

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