The title is from the book above. Cheesy, perhaps, but this little book has always been one of my favorites. We're in the clubhouse turn here. Grocery-getting scheduled for tonight, then a full-on Christmas eve kitchen assault involving Chicken Parmesan, Shrimp Scampi, spiced nuts, and perhaps a Yule Log cake. Our annual Christmas Even guests - the other paisano family in Northfield - is bringing the salad, bread, and antipasti platter. Today I'm scrambling with laundry and getting gifts into bags.
Last night I achieved one of my non-gift oriented Christmas activities - visiting the American Swedish Institute in Minneapolis:
No, not that one.
This one, which for $6 admission was a whopping good time. Our planned evening was cut short by inexplicable traffic on I35 - took us over an hour to go 15 miles. But the one hour we had was well worth the drive. This place is amazing! All lit up and decorated for Christmas. One of my favorite things to tour are old mansions. I always envision living there. I took three teens with me and they loved it, much to their own surprise. They've even got things to entertain little ones. How did I miss this gem for 13 years?
The evening was rounded out by a drive-through at White Castle on Lake Street. The teen friend with us had NEVER had a White Castle! Can you imagine? He's hooked now. Another nice white boy discovers trailer-trashdom at my hands.