I don't have much of a sweet tooth. What I do have is a loud, demanding savory tooth that screams for fried potatoes 24/7. We recently got an air fryer, which has dangerously increased my ability to make French fries whenever the siren song of salty crispy goodness begins. But it's been several years since I've been able to celebrate Hanukkah with my Jewish friends and family, and I had somehow forgotten about the glorious magic of latkes. Some sour cream, some applesauce, and a golden mound of fried potato biscuits: that's the real reason for the season. This week I watched two Hanukkah movies that featured latkes heavily, and my google search history now includes "latke recipes," "latkes near me," and "can I eat latkes year-round."
I don't think I ever believed in Santa Claus. I think I was four when I figured out that Santa and my mom had the same very distinctive handwriting. It didn't ruin Christmas for me. Honestly, it was a relief. I've always found the idea of Santa a little creepy. There's an old man at the North Pole who is watching me all year and then one night he breaks into my house and leaves me gifts that cryptically represent how good I've been all year? No thank you. I've been very happy celebrating Christmas without him.
As you might have guessed, I watch a lot of movies. I also listen to a lot of podcasts about movies, and I really enjoy behind-the-scenes stories about the way artistic inspiration and financial constraints bash against each other in order to get movies made. So I was really looking forward to A Hollywood Christmas, a holiday rom-com about the making of a holiday rom-com.
Most of the plotlines in Love, Actually have aged poorly, but there is one that still rings true to me: when Colin, the doofy hornball, flies to Wisconsin in order to seduce American girls with his British accent and succeeds beyond his wildest dreams. In England, he's just a guy, but in America, he's a guy with a British accent. Whenever I meet someone with a British accent, I'm instantly charmed and inclined to think they are smart and funny. It's like a cheat code to my good graces. Which may have something to do with how much I enjoyed the new Amazon rom-com Your Christmas or Mine.
Putting up the tree is always one of my favorite moments of the season. Hubs and I put on Muppet Christmas Carol and find all the weird ornaments we forgot we have. If you look closely at the ornaments, you'll get a good idea of our pop-culture obsessions. Our interior design aesthetic is "the toys you wished you had in childhood" and Christmas really pushes that to the limit.
I do most of my holiday rom-comming alone, as I understand that my tolerance for schmaltz is higher than average. I'm perfectly capable of laughing at my snarky jokes in a house by myself. But when I heard there was a new Lindsay Lohan Christmas movie, I knew this was a full-squad event. I needed to get my Christmas movie crew together with pizza delivery and a bottle of vodka to fully appreciate the ridiculous majesty of Falling for Christmas.
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