For the first time ever, Brett and I had a solo Christmas. He had just moved up (finally, permanently!) the week before, and we wanted some time for just the two of us. For a few days we relaxed, blazed through
True Detective (which I thought was good, although perhaps not as good as it
thought it was), and I made Christmas dinner.
In Brett's family, ham gravy is the pillar of all holidays. It is discussed endlessly beforehand, eaten quickly during, and remembered fondly afterward. So, I made a ham with ham gravy.
It was not as good as my mother-in-law's. Oh well--even not-as-good ham gravy is yummy.
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