Feast of Seven Fishes?

Now this Christmas Eve tradition I could get behind:

It turns out that since Christmas itself is a feast day, Christmas Eve is technically a fast day, which means you can eat as much fish as you want to, seven being the preferred number - maybe because there are seven sacrements, but don’t ask me. Fish, evidently, was the moral rough equivalent of brown rice or steamed spinach when these traditions were established. Maybe I got this wrong; again, don’t ask me.

Regardless: For this I could get psyched.
— http://bitten.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/29/abbondanza/

Me too :) Hm...how about bacon-wrapped scallops, smoked salmon, and the lobster-and-English Muffin thing from the article* as appetizers; clam chowder for soup, shrimp/prawn scampi for pasta, halibut steaks for entree, and a crab louis for salad? (Yes, I'm mixing the Italian pasta course with the French salad-after-entree course.) Other thoughts?

*"[A] kind of food-magazine creation of English muffins (they do have a focaccia-like crust, don’t they?) topped with a combination of butter, cheese, another ingredient or two, and lobster."

*brr*

The office temp tends to nosedive around 5pm every day. The scarf I've had around my shoulders all day is now wrapped around my head and neck for a Scottish Muslim effect.

Meanwhile, the WSJ discovered "unfriending" and MSNBC found out that family can make you crazy. "It's ♫ a slow newsday after all ..." ♫