Italians have a tradition of eating fish and seafood on Christmas Eve. Absolutely no meat. This is best known as the
Feast of the Seven Fishes. Calamari, salt cod, shrimp/scampi, scungilli, clams, monkfish and,
the eels!
Ma-donna, the eels for Christmas Eve dinner.
First writhing in the bag, then writhing in the sink, then slithering across the garage floor trying to make a break for it, then writhing in my aunt's hands, then writhing on the chopping block, and STILL writhing as, she cut them into cross-sections, and placed them in the roasting pan!
Now,
that's a memory many Italians can share.
I could never bring myself to even sit any where near the serving dish, never mind eating the greasy little things.
Since experiencing an occurence of severe anaphylaxis to shrimp in the late eighties, I've shied away from the above-mentioned feast. My father had re-named it the
Feast of the Seven Deaths, meanwhile his evil widow was lobbying to include shrimp in our Christmas dinner. The inside of my ears are itching just at the
thought of it.
« Okay, that's it.
Posted by Rue at 05:10 AM.
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