christmas with my family means my mother's perogies, my auntie ditas's cabbage rolls, remembering not to ladel the kutya (ukranian dessert) onto my plate of turkey even though it's the same color as gravy, and "the game" - finally... a chance to pawn off my ridiculous belly dancing kit to an unsuspecting cousin. who knew it would be so hard to get rid of a rice cooker in a room full of filipinos, or that there would be three identical sets of knives that everyone would fight over.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
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