Something different for my final column of 2008:
As an adult I've come to prefer Christmas Eve to the holiday itself. Christmas Day peaks too soon, the presents opened and clucked over before breakfast. Christmas Eve lingers like the finish of a fine Bordeaux, a quiet anticipation, suffused with the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, broken only by the occasional expletive as, once again, I fail to wrap my wife's present in a single attempt. So when I realized that this week's column would be published on Christmas Eve, I decided to undertake -- in no particular order, and with a child's disregard for practicality or even reality -- my Christmas wish list for the St. Louis food scene.
Come back tomorrow to read what my wishes are. Regular reviews will resume next week.