It is 11:17 in the morning here and the house is completely quiet. I think my mother in law is out food shopping and that I may be no longer in control of the Christmas feast. Fair enough. You can’t complain about always being the one in control and then complain when you no longer have it. It was mid pleading not to serve canned sausage links wrapped in bacon with a vegetarian that I gave up. Tradition is more important than what makes sense at Christmas.
I think the best thing to have in the interim is grilled cheese with tomato soup.