Here's a lovely picture of my middle kid. We like to call him Lumpy because he is the kid who doesn't walk down stairs, but slides down the railing or tries to see how many steps he can jump down - hence the many bumps and bruises and, well, lumps.
Lumpy is sporting a plate of hrísgrjónagrautur, though my mother-in-law calls it möndlugrautur. Don't even try to pronounce them unless you happen to be Icelandic, and even then, you may have trouble. This is an Icelandic (and probably Danish, Norwegian, and Swedish) tradition. Each guest is served a plate of this rice dessert with berry sauce. One blanched almond is hidden in one of the dishes. We sit around teasing and joking about who might have the almond. Sister-in-law Anna claims to not have found an almond in 41 years. If you happen to find the almond, you are supposed to keep it to yourself until everyone has finished and the proper amount of badgering and teasing has concluded. This year, I'm happy to announce, Anna frænka (aunt) won the almond and was awarded a large box of chocolates which was promptly wrenched from her arms and passed around the table as a consolation price to the rest of us losers. The verdict is still out on whether or not it was a fair win since her husband is lactose intolerant and Anna scored two dishes of rice pudding.
My Knitting-Kniece is kneeling here showing us the perfectly knitted delicious milk-chocolate colored socks she knit for her pappa. 12 years old and knitting socks. Wow.
Merry Christmas with our favorite canine cousin. That is not a toy. It's a real dog.
Finally, I'm showing off a bit here. My Christmas steamed cranberry puddings. I'm not sure about its history, but I'm told the recipe is my great Aunt Helen's and she got it from her mother and so on. These were probably made with prunes back in Scotland and then changed to cranberries here in the US. I thought the recipe was one of a kind, but it turns out that it's not a big fat deal after all. You can google it and have the recipe at your fingertips.
They were delicious- thanks for asking.