Preparing for Xmas

Every now and then, we get a chance to write our own narratives.

The chance fell upon me some years ago, after my Godma died.

You see, every year, I'd spend my Christmas Eve and Christmas evening with my Godma and her large extended family where glasses are clinked and a great Eurasian spread is to be had, as everyone gathers and recounts every damn thing -- from childhood memories and embarrassing anecdotes to discussing various current affairs developments. 

The passing of my Godma ended this tradition. 

My eldest Godbrother flew back to the US with his wife and retired there, shortly after that. 

For the subsequent few years, my Godsister, who herself has a happy, close-knit family, tried to recreate Christmas at her place but I was left out of the equation because of my overseas posting.

Eventually, our new Christmas tradition had become video calls and glasses were clinked in the respective homes of the family in smaller groups.

Now that I'm back in Singapore, Christmas gatherings would have a new spin.

While I still keep in touch with my Godsister and Godbrother, this year, I would be spending it solely with my partner J and his family.

This year's eve would be at J's place where his mum would no doubt whip up pipping hot Peranakan dishes, along with the festive staples of turkey, sausages and roast meats.

And at J's suggestion, the family would come over to my place for Christmas Day.

It's lovely to host loved ones at my place.

After all, I bought my place with hosting loved ones in mind -- my table is sturdy and big enough to host the Last Supper.

My sex bunny friend Stanley, who had bought his place not too long ago, was inspired by my dining table.

"Oh, Darling, I've always wanted something big and sturdy to host 12 people," Stanley would say, adding that the theme of his party would be the lust supper.

But my theme this year, is wholesomeness.

And it's a theme I hope to have for many more Christmas gatherings to come.

Since my resettling back in Singapore, J and I have been making a lot more plans with family in mind.

Which is why this pilot Christmas gathering is so important.

J would brush me aside like I'm a silly goose whenever I say I'm stressed over cooking for his mum, who is one of the island's best chefs, a title every Bibik would hold in all Peranakan households. 

"The trick is to cook things my mum never cooks," J said.

And so in recent weeks, amid my intermittent spring cleaning and the occasional checking of my work email and meetings, I'm also busy googling recipes.

This year, I've decided a hybrid menu: I'll order meats and pizzas and prepare finger food like onion rings and wedges, and whip up a simple salad.

The main dish would be Caldereta -- a Filipino beef stew that J's mum wouldn't have tried.

I had once cooked the stew and it was very, very, very delicious. The only problem was, I had cooked it for myself so that feedback would have been biased.

Nevertheless, J tells me that whatever I cook would involve love and, cheesy as it sounds, that's the essential ingredient in any dish.

I shared this with my sex bunny friend Stanley who couldn't agree more.

"And remember. In your case, the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach," he typed to me, adding a gif of a whirling black hole to make his very dirty point. 

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Adam's stories are based on real life events and inspired by real people