You're invited.

My mind wandered to a pair of family traditions my father rocked: Christmas Eve breakfast and Christmas Brunch.

For December 24th. He makes pepper-pot.

Warning. This Breakfast is hard core. Pepper-pot is rustic and meaty and mollasses filled. It's Guyanese in that half the time you have no clue what kind of meat your eating, but it always has massive bones to knaw around. Don't even consider silverware, it's eaten with wonderbread. The more people you have in your company the better; but get it while you can get it... cuz the four of us (my brother, two younger sisters, and I) can kill an entire pressure cooker full in one sitting.

Told ya. There have been good natured fights and injuries.

Christmas brunch is civilized in the classic British-Guyana tradition. Unlike the previous morning's free-for-all, you're clean and dressed. Dad's Garlic Pork is the standout on the menu. Good garlic pork is marinated for a month in some brine you can clean space shuttles with; but you can get away with only marinating it for a few days if you're feeling lazy. It's white and fried, and no bones at all. The taste is intense.

Yummy.

As my family changes, I hope the four of us, (my older brother, two younger sisters and I) continue the pure raucus that is pepper-pot and the gratitude to be among the ones you love that is garlic-pork.

It's about time to start the marinate for December 25th.

:-P