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Do you or your family make any special dishes for the holidays?

In my family, food isn’t just food — it’s memory, ritual, and a bit of quiet emotional warfare disguised as gravy.

For the holidays, the sacred dish is Mum’s roast potatoes.
Not just roasted — audited.
They are peeled with precision, soaked like they’re attending a spa, parboiled, fluffed, and then placed into hot fat with the seriousness of a military ceremony.

No one is allowed near them. No seasoning suggestions. No opinions.

They are, apparently, perfect.

Then there’s Dad’s “unofficial” contribution, which is not a dish but a presence. He hovers. He tastes. He hums. He offers absolutely unhelpful advice like:

“Smells like a top ten hit in there.”

He makes bread sauce (a very old-fashioned British thing that tastes like warm nostalgia and confusion), and he insists it’s not Christmas unless there’s something beige on the table that no one fully understands.

And finally – the quiet masterpiece:

Shortbread.

It appears magically. Constantly.
Before lunch.
Before dinner.
Before “just one more cup of tea.”

Mum pretends it’s for guests.
We all know it’s for emotional stability.

So yes — we make special dishes.

But more than that, we make the same feeling, every year:
Warm. Slightly chaotic. Buttered.
And just dramatic enough to matter.

Tell me about your family traditions, darling.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋