Czech Christmas, Part V: Must eat exotic fruit

Blogging about Czech Christmas this week made me realize how much of the so-called Christmas tradition is related to our experiences–or traumas–from communism.

To give you an example…Czechs love to eat exotic fruit around Christmas time – pineapples, oranges, kiwis, plus more things that I can’t identify by name and that certainly don’t grow in this latitude. This clearly comes from communism: exports from non-communist countries were not allowed. Only around Christmas time, the stores would get special shipments of bananas, oranges and nuts, and it was a big treat! (Come to think of it, I wonder where those special shipments came from back then…Santa Castro?)

There were a couple of problems with the concept. First of all, the lines went out the door when the word got out: “They have bananas!” There was also a strict limit on how much one family could buy. I think it was about two pounds per family. Of course, the Czech are sly people so they would have multiple family members dispersed throughout the line to “fool the system,” and buy more stuff.

To this day, Czech still eat exotic fruit on Christmas, although now the stores are chock-full with bananas, oranges and kiwis any time of the year. Old habits die hard.

Czech Christmas, Part IV: Seeing the golden pig

Just when you thought Czech Christmas was weird enough, I have another peculiar Christmas tradition for you.

For the whole day on Christmas Eve, Czech people are supposed to avoid eating anything in order to see the vision of the “golden pig” on the wall. I don’t really know why anyone sane would fast for that reason, but people do it all the time. I have done it in the past and I am here to tell you: there ain’t no golden pig. Not if you don’t take psychedelics at the same time, at least.

I know you are probably thinking this is altogether a tragic tradition. People fast all day and then–hurray–they get to eat …carp!

Czech Christmas, Part III: The carp must die

What do Czechs eat for Christmas? Typically, I don’t like when people ask me this question because the answer, “carp,” is followed with a reaction of pure disgust.

If just eating carp sounds disgusting to you, I can´t wait to hear what you´ll say about the rest of the tradition. (And I can’t wait to hear the reactions, particularly after my Santa post.)

As Neil likes to remember from his time living in Prague, about a week before Christmas, fish vendors start appearing on street corners. They bring tubs or barrels full of water and packed with carp.

It is freezing cold, so the vendors usually drink heavily while selling the fish. By the evening, these guys can be quite entertaining.

People come to these vendors, usually with kids, so they can pick and buy their own carp. Then they either kill and gut it (in front of the kids, which some people criticize) or they take it home alive. They fill a bathtub full of water and leave the carp there so the kids bond with it. They usually name the thing, of course, which makes it all the more fun when it comes to time for Daddy to kill Carl the Carp.

Mom then fries him up and serves him with potato salad. This used to be very common, and I still remember the times when we couldn’t bathe for a day or two because Carl the Carp had a monopoly on the tub. After the fall of communism, animal advocacy groups started a campaign calling the entire tradition inhumane. More and more often, people will just eat a schnitzel with potato salad to avoid a moral dilemma. They don´t actually have to kill a pig, which is much more morally acceptable. As anywhere else, the wealthier people become, the more they like to remove themselves from the whole “killing the animal before you eat it” part. It is a little hypocritical, but that´s the way it goes.

Czech Christmas, Part II: Marathon of sexist fairy tales

One of the Czech Christmas traditions is watching fairy tales on TV. Around Christmas time, all Czech channels show fairy tales virtually 24/7. All generations of families watch them together–over and over and over–and enjoy seeing the good guy win for the 74th time.

This is actually a really cute tradition, at least if you are not thinking about the “seemingly positive” messages in those fairy tales. Once you start analyzing the plots, you can’t see past the cliches.

Some of them clearly bring out the demons of Czech history, much like the skepticism about Santa I blogged about yesterday. You can’t help but notice that the bad guy is almost always either German or Russian. When I watched a fairy tale marathon with my niece, I had a hard time explaining to her why the prince always picks the prettiest girl–at first sight–without even pretending he likes her for who she is. In the Czech version of Cinderella, the prince doesn’t even recognize her when she is not wearing an evening dress. In fact, he makes fun of her. Then, you always have the evil stepmother with the evil stepsister, who–thank goodness–is never as pretty as the main character and thus, her prospects to marry well are murky. (Photo: Greedy stepmother/homely stepsister combo from the Czech movie version of Cinderella).

Needless to say, gym memberships go up exponentially after the holidays.

Photo of the Day (12/17/07)

I couldn’t pass this one up…since I am going with the Czech Christmas theme this week: a picture by uncorneredmarket of the Prague Old Town Square Christmas market. The photo captures the market perfectly – it so kitschy, it’s almost cool. And, of course, the Tyn Church in the background is so spooky; it looks like a stage set for an Vegas-style renaissance fair. Oh, Praha!

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