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  • But MA! Fish is MEAT! A Christmas Perspective: It's very Polish...

    ...ritualistic, and sometimes a little sad...

    A Christmas Perspective: It’s very Polish, ritualistic, and sometimes a little sad… « primalpat

    My view on Christmas and the loss of loved ones, in my case, my parents.

    Memories of Mama and Tata, delectable, but so-not-Paleo/Primal food, ritual, food, and did I mention, food?

    Grief and Christmas. It's not easy, it's not fun, and it sure as shit doesn't get any easier. But remember, and smile, right down to your very soul.

    Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good night!
    A Post-Primal PrimalPat

    Do not allow yourself to become wrapped up in a food 'lifestyle'. That is ego, and you are not that.

  • #2
    I love your blog post. I'm from a Polish/Ukrainian background too, through less traditional on the holidays than yours, I can relate. I have fond memories of kutya (?sp), those long boiled whole wheat berries with poppy seed, honey and cream. Never again, but it's a nice memory.

    Thanks for sharing your memories.
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    • #3
      Beautiful post! *hugs*
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      • #4
        Celebrate?
        Pffffffffffffffffft.

        I just want the gaddam SUN to come back!
        I hate this getting dark early thing.
        “You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
        ~Friedrich Nietzsche
        And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.

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        • #5
          Originally posted by cori93437 View Post
          Celebrate?
          Pffffffffffffffffft.

          I just want the gaddam SUN to come back!
          I hate this getting dark early thing.
          It does a number on my poor husband. He leaves for work when it's dark and comes home when it's dark. It really gives him the blues.
          Better make sure to up your vitamin D supplement intake!
          --Trish (Bork)
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          • #6
            That was lovely. I come from a British immigrant family, and our traditions, while different, were also such an important part of the holiday. My mother and both her parents are gone, and now Christmas happens at my house. I try to carry on the traditions as the new oldest-generation woman (elder women are important in my family), now that my brothers look to me to fill that role. I feel young to be filling those shoes, but that is another piece of tradition that I carry on. I've dropped getting up godawful early on Christmas morning for the Queen's Christmas address though.

            My partner and I are also building our new traditions together. Like you, he grew up with the midnight mass, with a mashup of Ukrainian and French Canadian tradition. I keep promising myself that this year, I will make a gluten-free tourtiere for Reveillon because I know he misses it. I'd never been to midnight mass before, but now it has become a part of our Christmas too. Building our own history and tradition together is interesting, and I wonder how our child(ren?) will remember those things.
            “If I didn't define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people's fantasies for me and eaten alive.” --Audre Lorde

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            • #7
              Beautiful stuff, patski! Recovering Catholic also, I loved/laughed at the whole bursting into flames while dipping one's fingers into the holy water.

              We did the fish thing on C-Eve also. Squid salad, squid and clams in the sauce over the pasta, smoked fish out of cans on top of cheese on bread or crackers. Fish everywhere. Sometimes, if my father felt especially creative, he'd make mussels marinara. Not a whole lot of baking because my paternal grandfather would usually bring many treats from the Italian bakeries in Brooklyn or Manhattan.

              And then, because the fish was more tradition rather than actually practicing Catholicism, we'd play penny poker until way after midnight.

              Thanks for the memories!
              "Right is right, even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong, even if everyone is doing it." - St. Augustine

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              • #8
                We never had traditions like yours. My immigrants grandparents fully embraced American Christmas when they came here. I don't know what kind of Christmas traditions they had before they immigrated in 1950. Our Christmas dinner was on the Day, not the Eve, though growing up, we'd always have a little dinner (mini hot dogs, glass of port, chocolate oranges, clementines, church bread) after the Christmas Eve service. We used to drive up to my grandparents' house on Christmas Day to open presents with them. Snow is a huge part of my Christmas experience and I'm really bummed that it just doesn't happen anymore.
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