Sea What You Can Eat


It was already an emotionally turbulent year prior to those two unfortunate watershed events. Ever-so-many of us will miss those two admirable paterfamilias.
After the fourth try or so (seems like tenth) I seem tonight to possibly have the working pieces together for a mostly sapien-free Christmas post. I'm featuring our Ballard version of what I take to be an Italian holiday tradition courtesy of the inimitable Ms. Jean B, namely the seven-seafood Eve dinner. Not only were she and Bob the hosts, they also (if I can overcome my innumeracy) I believe provided the majority of the seven.
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I think there might also have been some pickled herring, a nod to the Scandihoovians in the crowd. Believe me, we got our iodine that night (among other RDA's)!
Somewhat remarkably, Christmas Day featured pretty glorious weather. The prior dinner notwithstanding, we also have a routine elaborate Christmas breakfast (eggs, links, scones and fresh fruit the main dishes). I am memorializing the morn here with classic West Seattle Olympic skyline panorama photos taken from the deck, with only absolutely essential photo rework here, apologies for warts and blemishes.
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