the feast of the seven fishes
It's an Italian-American tradition the night before Christmas, and it’s as delicious as it sounds. The whole “fish” thing is rooted in the Roman Catholic practice of abstaining from meat during certain holidays. The whole “seven” thing is rooted in the Bible — it’s the number that appears again and again and again, considered to be the most sacred and symbolic of all of the numbers. And I’m pretty sure the whole “feast” thing is just rooted in the fact that us Italians love to eat.
Every family that celebrates does it a little differently. For some, it’s a seven-course meal made up of Italian seafood dishes. For others, it’s one fish cooked seven different ways. For my family, it’s a feast of however-many-courses-we-feel-like, which collectively incorporate lots of pasta and seven different types of fish.
This is hands-down my favorite family tradition, and the meal I look forward to every year.
Christmas Eve is already a magical day on its own, for obvious reasons. But on top of the wintry weather and the present wrapping and the delivering of Christmas cookies and the sleepy midnight mass, our family spends half the day cooking and eating this wildly delicious feast. You know that month-long bender of holiday eating that we all tend to give in to each December? You know the one. I tell myself it's inescapable, it can't be avoided; but deep down I know I'm really just preparing, training, expanding my stomach for this one night of endless fish and pasta.
Each year looks a little different. But regardless of the crowd or circumstances, there are several go-to dishes that have stood the test of time, and Christmas Eve dinner usually goes something like this...