The_Kitchen_Guy
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The Kat Lady just got home, she went to Midnight Mass with her family, an annual tradition. I didn't go this year, I have an awful cold (first one in about 10 years and a really bad one) and decided it wouldn't be polite to be sneezing into the ear of the poor slob in front of me.
She says they had some hot chocolate and pastry after mass, and she brought some home with her. I guess her mother didn't know she brought it home because she just told me it was stolen.
It reminded me of my first experience with Midnight Mass. I was a 17 year old Puritan that was dating an Irish Catholic girl. Her mother was from a very German family (not very rare in Milwaukee in those days) so they had the combined traditions of her Irish father and German mother, and I had no idea what any of them were. I went to Midnight Mass with no idea of what to expect, almost fell asleep during, and was looking forward to going home afterwards. No, no, no...no such luck. Back at her house, her mother shifted into high gear and started making a huge breakfast - bacon, eggs, toast, Polish sausage and Mimosas. Oh my goodness, what an experience for a naive little Protestant kid. My girlfriend had to pour me into my car and, luckily, I only had about a mile to drive home. I was so tired, and so full of breakfast, that I had to drive because I was in no condition to walk.
Later that morning, I slept through my own church's Christmas service and I have faint recollection of the rest of the day, my mother's usual excellent Christmas dinner and I do know I wound up back at the girlfriend's house for a late dinner with her family. I think I gained 15 pounds that Christmas but only had about 5 hours of sleep.
And I wish I could do it all again.
She says they had some hot chocolate and pastry after mass, and she brought some home with her. I guess her mother didn't know she brought it home because she just told me it was stolen.
It reminded me of my first experience with Midnight Mass. I was a 17 year old Puritan that was dating an Irish Catholic girl. Her mother was from a very German family (not very rare in Milwaukee in those days) so they had the combined traditions of her Irish father and German mother, and I had no idea what any of them were. I went to Midnight Mass with no idea of what to expect, almost fell asleep during, and was looking forward to going home afterwards. No, no, no...no such luck. Back at her house, her mother shifted into high gear and started making a huge breakfast - bacon, eggs, toast, Polish sausage and Mimosas. Oh my goodness, what an experience for a naive little Protestant kid. My girlfriend had to pour me into my car and, luckily, I only had about a mile to drive home. I was so tired, and so full of breakfast, that I had to drive because I was in no condition to walk.
Later that morning, I slept through my own church's Christmas service and I have faint recollection of the rest of the day, my mother's usual excellent Christmas dinner and I do know I wound up back at the girlfriend's house for a late dinner with her family. I think I gained 15 pounds that Christmas but only had about 5 hours of sleep.
And I wish I could do it all again.