On Christmas eve I used to always go spend time with my dad's side of the family. My uncle and his wife on that side don't really eat big dishes...they pretty much only eat appetizers. So we always ate a bunch of appetizers. It was plenty of food for a full meal...but totally bizarre. It wasn't like a party or anything. It was like sitting down to a Christmas dinner with your family and only having things like small stuffed mushrooms and cheese and crackers.
Weird! But I didn't mind because I thought it was really different.
Here's the weirdest part though...they would get a ham. My dad's side of the family is nuts about ham. But I never liked ham, when I was growing up...always hated it. It seemed kinda slimy and I just plain did not like the taste. But my grandmother persisted in trying to get me to eat ham every stinking year. Then I stopped eating red meat for like 10 years and she still, every single year, would try to get me to eat it...not because she thought I would eventually change my mind about it, but instead because she just never remembered that I disliked it!
I swear I had the same conversation with her each year:
G: Mel-a-nie would you like some haaaa-aam (very very southern)?
Me: No, don't like ham and don't eat red meat, thanks.
G: Well I never met ANY-body who didn't like haaaa-aam.
I'm not joking either...ask my husband...same conversation every single year.
I swear I wanted to just shake her each time. Eventually it got to be really funny though.