Growing up, Christmas was a big thing in our house. Particularly with my father. He used to get up at 3 am on Christmas morning and stomp down the halls making noise until he managed to wake at least one of the kids up. Because he new if one of us was up, then soon we all were. He couldn’t help it, he just couldn’t wait. He loved to see the excitement of his kids opening presents on Christmas morning. All the hubbub of unwrapping presents, the wripping of the paper and the joyous looks of fullfillment when we got …
Christmas Morning Smoked Salmon Quiche
