My dad loves ham, and the rest of us like it, too, so that's what we serve for Christmas. There must be stuffing, for my dad, and potatoes au gratin for me. Dad also loves his cranberry sauce, so there must be that. I make it with fresh cranberries, apples, and a handful of craisins. We call it "crapplesauce" in private; it tastes anything but crappy, though. And, we have to have a pumpkin pie. Why, I don't know, but we all like it, with vanilla whipped cream, so I make those from scratch, too.
In October, we buy our pumpkins from a local pick-your-own farm, then use them later for their food value. It's not difficult to make and freeze your own pumpkin mash, as long as you use a food mill with the finest insert/die, and leave it to drain in a coffee strainer for a few hours before bagging and freezing it, by the pint. One pint = one pie. Or, a quart of soup, if that's the way you roll.
Cookies. There have to be cookies. I like to make spice cookies and cream cheese cookies, both of which utilize a cookie press. The spice ones, if you ball the dough and just bake them like that, resemble and taste like pfefferneusse, minus the anise. For the cream cheese ones, it doesn't really matter what die you use in the press, but the star shaped one makes nice wreaths, which I can sprinkle with green sugar, just to give them a holiday look.
I used a BB&B coupon today to get bucks off a few kitchen gadgets I wanted: a really sturdy silicon spatula, one of those things to measure out shortening or lard, so you can scrape it off the top, rather than trying to carve it out of a measuring cup, and a small "ice cream scoop" to use for measuring out cookie dough for drop style cookies. Yes, the small pleasures of (small) kitchen gadgetry make me happy, as long as they're not too expensive. The fat measuring thingy is the only one trick pony in the bunch, and I can live with that.
The candy has also been made: peppermint bark and peanut brittle. I was a little too low on butter to make a batch of English toffee, even though I had all the rest of the ingredients, so peanut brittle it was.
We'll still need to make a grocery run over the weekend for fresh veggies and few other items, but we basically have Christmas covered.
We already bought the frozen duck for New Year's Eve. I saw it in the grocery store last week, and grabbed one, because they don't always have them when I want one. Besides, we had the freezer space. I make that with a mushroom, sage, long grain and wild rice mix, and whatever other side dishes grab me at the time.
My family never had a New Year's Eve tradition when I was growing up, but duck has become ours over the past decade or so. We got stuck doing a goose one New Year's Eve, because we couldn't find a duck; the goose was fine, but not worth the cost, and the mess the dog caused when he toppled the roasting pan full of grease from the stovetop (minus the goose) onto the floor took me an hour to clean properly, so that we wouldn't slip. No. More. Goose.