This is a traditional Irish dish served on All Saint’s Day. It was a tradition to hide objects in the dish as a form of Divination. Trinkets typically included a ring if one is to become a bride,a coin to symbolize wealth, or a button and thimble to symbolize a bachelor and spinster. (This is very similar to the tradition of hiding money or small trinkets in English Christmas pudding.)
4 cups mashed potatoes 2 ½ cups cabbage, cooked and chopped fine ½ cup butter (avoid corn oil margarines as they will not add the needed body and flavor) ½ cup evaporated milk or cream ¾ cup onion, chopped very find and sautéd ¼ teaspoon salt 1/8 teaspoon white pepper
Sauté onions (traditionalists sauté in lard or grease, but butter is acceptable.). Boil the potatoes and mash them (do not use artificial potato flakes). In a large pan place all of the ingredients except the cabbage and cook over low heat while blending them together. Turn the heat to medium and add the chopped cabbage. The mixture will take on a pale green cast. Keep stirring occasionally until the mixture is warm enough to eat. Lastly drop in a thimble, button, ring, and coin. Stir well and serve.
(Note: This one shot was inspired by the gif below. You can see my other one shots on the master post.)
Sam and Dean’s lack of interest in Christmas confused Castiel, having done quite a bit of research on holiday customs. He wanted to do it right now that he was human. Dean took Kevin’s death quite hard and dissolved into drinking again, while Sam built a wall of denial so high that it could have only meant he blamed himself.
Needless to say, it didn’t appear that they were going to even acknowledge Christmas.
Castiel knew it would make them come back to life a little bit if they enjoyed themselves for a day. They’d drag their feet and roll their eyes at first - he knew it - but he also knew deep down, they’d stash away those memories as a glimmer of real family life. That, he understood, was the biggest goal. They might never have said thank you or acknowledged it afterward, but he wanted to do it for them anyway.
So Castiel found old cookbooks in the bunker storeroom - he knew quite a bit about finding interesting stuff in storerooms now - and he began studying holiday food the first week of December. Occasionally, he slipped in a practice run by making a side dish like sweet potatoes or rolls. Such foods seemed innocuous on their own and it never occurred to Dean or Sam that he was practicing for the main event. He merely smiled in his quiet manner and said he wanted to learn to cook now that he was a human man.
“Well, I could teach you, Cas,” offered Dean at the table. He swallowed down a mouthful of whiskey between bites of mashed potatoes and gravy.
No. That wouldn’t do at all. “I prefer to try and do this myself,” Castiel stammered. “I got used to learning everything on my own after I was cast out. It’s become a matter of pride.” That might not have been the greatest response. He realized he just made Dean feel even more guilty for kicking him out while Gadreel possessed Sam.
Dean shrugged and nodded, dropping his eyes to the pork chop he’d cooked and cut the rest of it into bite-sized pieces.
A week before Christmas, Castiel realized he needed a tree. He hadn’t really thought about it, being so focused on the Winchesters’ love for food, but he didn’t quite know how to acquire one. The nearest tree lot was all the way in town and he couldn’t very well walk all the way back to the bunker carrying an evergreen tree on his back. So he came up with the idea of hiring two men who needed spare cash to bring him a tree while pretending to live at a farmhouse near the bunker. They never saw him go any further inside than the porch and the people who lived there were apparently on vacation and none the wiser. Pleased with himself, Castiel only had to carry his tree half a mile back to the bunker as opposed to hauling it all the way from town.
Decorating proved an entirely different problem. He caught a ride with Dean over three different days, saying he needed to buy new clothes while the hunter picked up groceries. When he caught up to Dean at the car, he had no idea Castiel’s new clothes in the plastic Walmart bags concealed boxes of twinkle lights or ornaments. He had to buy a jacket just to hide the gold star for the top of the tree, having found angel tree toppers a little barbaric.