janetupnorth
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First, the one I HATE!!!!
My aunt used to bring Cannibal Sandwiches to my Grandma's House EVERY Christmas Eve. We know it was just to torture us all because she was THE ONLY one in the whole family to eat them...she is just that kind of person...
The one I like but my immediately family hates...
Herring in Wine Sauce
My grandpa and dad loved it. When my grandpa was dying of prostrate/bone cancer and couldn't recognize us anymore but still alive, I got him a jar of herring for Christmas. He ended up only living about 2-3 more weeks. My aunt (same aunt above) ridiculed me (I was only 14) for the gift numerous times saying how stupid and cheap it was. Well, my grandma told me later that was one of grandpa's favorite things that year. In my child's mind, I was trying to get him something he'd recognize still and enjoy, not THINGS.
3 years ago, about the same time in January, my dad died of amyloidosis. That Christmas Dad and I got to enjoy our "herring" tradition. Dad hated most foods during chemo treatments but there was a gap where he actually enjoyed the herring.
So, today, I had some in memory of my dad and grandpa. Much to the annoyance of my family...he-he...who can't stand the smell/taste of it.
My aunt used to bring Cannibal Sandwiches to my Grandma's House EVERY Christmas Eve. We know it was just to torture us all because she was THE ONLY one in the whole family to eat them...she is just that kind of person...
The one I like but my immediately family hates...
Herring in Wine Sauce
My grandpa and dad loved it. When my grandpa was dying of prostrate/bone cancer and couldn't recognize us anymore but still alive, I got him a jar of herring for Christmas. He ended up only living about 2-3 more weeks. My aunt (same aunt above) ridiculed me (I was only 14) for the gift numerous times saying how stupid and cheap it was. Well, my grandma told me later that was one of grandpa's favorite things that year. In my child's mind, I was trying to get him something he'd recognize still and enjoy, not THINGS.
3 years ago, about the same time in January, my dad died of amyloidosis. That Christmas Dad and I got to enjoy our "herring" tradition. Dad hated most foods during chemo treatments but there was a gap where he actually enjoyed the herring.
So, today, I had some in memory of my dad and grandpa. Much to the annoyance of my family...he-he...who can't stand the smell/taste of it.