Every year my mother insist on having Christmas at her house.
I’m not sure why she wants this so desperately, because every year as the holiday quickly arrives she consistently begins to freak out and have a very bad time. I can basically predict to that a week before Christmas she’ll be calling me and freaking out about how unfinished everything is. The holiday will suddenly dawn on her, and she’ll realize that she has a lot of work left to do before the house is ready for all the kids to come by. Generally, she also chooses this time to begin panicking about food. She’ll run out to the store and buy way too many groceries to feed everybody, and furthermore, she often forgets to buy all the ingredients for her recipes. This is how we wound up with a frigid cold house filled with smoke instead of food last year. On Christmas Eve, my mom suddenly got very stressed out with all of her cooking. She had about 10 different dishes going at once, and the heat in the kitchen was outrageous. Then, she ran out to the store for “one final thing.” Soon. there was burning hot smoke billowing out of the oven, off the stove top, and out of the toaster oven. We were desperately trying to clear the air, but the measly ventilation fan located over her stove was not adequately filtering the smoke. Eventually, our eyes were burning so thoroughly that we started opening the windows and doors outside. Now, we had a new problem as the cold air came streaming into the house. That Christmas was extremely cold and full of stress, but at least we had a good laugh when we sat down to our charred dinner.