Since the kids didn't have school, we had dental appointments. Yeah, I know -- hardly an activity worthy of a feast day, but it was all good news (except the bill -- yikes!), so that made it okay, right?
After that, Mass celebrated by our bishop, a quick trip to the city's most obscure post office to see if we could still buy Madonna and Child stamps for our Christmas cards (success!), lunch out, and then the Children's Museum for the afternoon.
I tried to find traditional foods for the feast, but all I could find was a general recommendation to serve all white foods to represent purity. Suggestions included chicken alfredo over rice or tilapia served with new white potatoes and creamed cauliflower. Well, there was no way I was going to get my family to consider that kind of menu a feast, so I resorted to an old favorite, chicken marsala with orzo and sugar snap peas. The kids chose dessert: peppermint stick ice cream with crushed oreos. What was lacking in symbolism was made up for in enthusiastic consumption.
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