On Christmas Eve The Husband and I went over to our friend Frenchie’s house for some Frenchified partying! Frenchie’s parents happened to be in Rome until Christmas Eve, so the three of us decided to throw our own little fête as we were all without family on a pretty family centered day. Of course, The Husband and I volunteered to make the main dishes, as there was NO WAY I wasn’t jumping on the opportunity to use Frenchie’s oven to make delicious foods.
We had a delicious meal! Frenchie supplied appetizers of guacamole, hummus, and olives along with baguette from the bakery her apartment is on top of. Next up was roasted red pepper/spinach/mushroom quiche along with green bean casserole (which, by the way, is really hard to explain to people who have never heard of it… Apparently green beans mixed with mushroom soup topped with crunchy onions just doesn’t sound very good to most people outside of America? Whatever, we love it.). We finished the meal with a cheese course and more baguette and then had to wait for a couple of hours before starting in on dessert! Definitely a successful feast if I may say so myself.
We used our break to profit by opening presents. A note about Christmas in France (and most of Europe from what we hear). Christmas Eve is the big day — not so much Christmas. Weird, huh? French people usually gather with their close family and have a huge meal, followed by the opening of presents (all of them! Not just the pajamas!), and then the traditional dessert of Bûche de Nöel, which you’ll be seeing shortly! After that, the religious families go to midnight mass in some casually amazing and historical church that just so happens to be on their street corner, and then off to bed! Frenchie told us that traditionally, you make sure to leave your shoes under the Christmas tree, as that’s where Père Nöel leaves the presents. Christmas day is normally spent with family while gorging oneself with more goodies. Gotta love France.
Of course, we had to keep the French Christmas spirit alive by opening up our presents to each other on Christmas Eve (no worries, all the presents from family were opened on the actual day, and The Husband and I didn’t even get each other anything until the day after Christmas!).
Oh, the Bûche de Nöel. What can I say about this piece of decadent goodness? The Bûche de Nöel is the French equivalent of the Yule Log, except that instead of burning it in the fire place, you stuff it in your face. Gotta admit, I like the French tradition a lot more than the American one… Traditionally, the bûche can be bought at a bakery, so of course Frenchie went and got an expensive but delicious one from the boulangerie downstairs. Our flavor of choice? White chocolate mousse with rasberries, a white chocolate ganache, raspberry macarons, and white chocolate ends. Need I say more?
So good The Husband can’t resist liking his plate, and Frenchie can’t resist licking the box it came in (though she wouldn’t let me take any pictures of that….). Overall, a rather successful Christmas Eve without family, wouldn’t you say?