I will post in a couple of days about attending an enjoyable Christmas dinner at my wife's house and the extravagant present she gave me. Right now, I want to tell you about the great time my children and I had today.
Today, the three kids and I had our fantastic "Christmas morning," opened our presents and ate a special breakfast. Their actual Christmas morning was spent at their mother's house.
We were all so happy and relaxed.... it was just perfect! In recent years, our Christmas mornings had become fairly tense affairs due to our on-going marital problems. These tensions, of course, became considerably worse (x 10) when my wife found out I was gay, two days before Christmas 2009. No kidding!
Since it was a bit nippy out (-22 C), the kids' skiing plans were cancelled. Instead, we spent the morning lazing around watching movies. I spent the afternoon cooking the East Indian feast pictured here. We were having ten people for dinner including six teenagers ... just family and closest friends. I invited my wife but, as I expected, she thanked me but declined. It would be have been far too emotional for her to come into the home where we lived for over 20 years, the home where we conceived and raised our children. I understood completely but sent her all the leftovers.
The meal was so delicious, I just had to share it with you. Over the past twenty years, I've received extensive training in East Indian cookery from my neighbour and work colleague, a sweet lady from Bangladesh. Rajni assures me that my limited repertoire of East Indian cooking, under her careful tutelage, is perfectly authentic.