I am blessed that I have two ‘adopted’ families here in Sacramento that I can rely on for the holidays. With my dad in Oregon and my brother in Washington, I have to fend for myself during most holidays. Some people like the freedom to have the days all to themselves. Some people get depressed if they are left all by themselves. As a foodie, I tend to prefer to go to a family gathering for the feast. Often I choose between my BFF’s extended family, which I’m pretty much an honorary member of now, or to my ex-husband’s family. As my sister-in-law once said, “You divorced my brother, not us.”
It’s always interesting to see the family traditions every family has. In this case it’s my BFF’s husband’s. His family has been in Sacramento for many decades. I’m not sure when they first arrived, but this particular story goes back to the 30’s, so they arrived before that. If you ever go to Tres Hermanas to eat on K Street, that property still belongs to them. When BFF started dating him, he lived in the upstairs unit. Turns out the family used to run a bakery long ago where the restaurant now is.
