Chapter 8

That night it was just the nuclear family and our partners at dinner. Mom had been cooking since she got home and had reheated some of the food she prepared the day before to feed us all. Christmas Eve would she spend all evening in the kitchen starting Christmas dinner. “Certain foods have to sit overnight to fully absorb all the flavour,” she would say. Christmas Day she made the things that were best served fresh. Caleb and I had already volunteered to help. She was glad to have the extra sets of hands, especially mine since I had a knack for baking desserts.