Many families wake up Christmas morning, exchange gifts, and then enjoy a nice holiday breakfast/brunch, consisting of special treats, such as waffles, pancakes, omelets, or even gingerbread. Others start their morning off on the healthier side to counteract the big meal that awaits them later on in the day. These people usually stick with something such as a bowl of oatmeal or a fruit salad with yogurt. My family…well, we start the day off not with a big, creamy bowl of oats, but with a big, hot and creamy bowl of tomato soup, paired alongside fish sticks.
Fish sticks and tomato soup? You’re probably thinking, “What is this girl thinking!?” It’s not like me to eat junk food for breakfast, particularly when it’s a subpar combination of junk. I mean, who craves fish sticks and tomato soup? Not me.
BUT, this has been a tradition since before I was born. The story has it that one day when my dad was a kid, his family got snowed in for a few days leading up to Christmas. When his mom woke up Christmas morning, she looked in the cupboard and the refrigerator and found nothing to make for breakfast except fish sticks and tomato soup. Somehow, years later, the makeshift breakfast became a family tradition. Now, every Christmas morning my family and I eat fish sticks and tomato soup. And while it may not sound like the most desirous breakfast, I love it.
I love that our family carries out a unique (and pretty comical) tradition. I wouldn’t have it any other way. One year, my mom who happens to be a fantastic cook, even asked my siblings and I if we wanted her to make something more “upscale”. While a stack of homemade blueberry pancakes was tempting, we all refused the offer in favor of sticking with the fish stick and tomato soup tradition. It’s what we’ve grown up on, and even if I do one day decide to alter my family Christmas breakfasts, the obscure breakfast combo. will always have a nostalgic place in my heart.
Plus, Christmas morning is usually the only time all year that I eat fish sticks or tomato soup. So sure, it’s not like eating a stack of blueberry pancakes topped with chopped walnuts and sweet, mapley syrup, but it’s not unpalatable either. Sitting at our big dining room table, with my mom and dad on one side of me and my brother on the other side, sharing precious morning moments together eating fish sticks and tomato soup, this is my Christmas morning, and I love it.
Do you have any unique/bizarre family traditions?