Christmas is a time for joy. Christmas is a time for family. Christmas is a time for giving. Christmas is a time for stuffing yourself so full of marvelous food that it is a struggle to lift the TV remote or that ‘last glass’ of your favorite tipple.
Everyone has their own slight twists on what you do at Christmas, that little thing they do differently, and I find this absolutely fascinating. I’m nosy like that, OK? It seems only fair though, that since I like nosing into other people’s Christmas deviances that I should share a little of what happens at my house. So this doesn’t run to about a gazillion words I’ll just stick with my decorating responsibilities and – most importantly – the food.
One thing I have missed the last few years is decorating our family tree. I can’t remember how it became my mom and I’s sole job on the Christmas decoration front, but when the five of us reserve the night we’re doing the decorations
Fast forward to Christmas eve and our house is full of the smell of Christmas cooking. I started, a little bleary-eyed, by making the chestnut, bacon and cranberry stuffing (from BBC Good Food) which, of course, involved a little more port. By the time I got back from getting my hair cut the bird was almost ready for the oven (it continued the booze theme as it had a little mead added over it to help ensure it didn’t dry out) and from then on walking into the house was like walking into a wall of cooking smells. The only thing left to make was the trifle. I know. I know. But after years of being far too full to have more than
There’s only one other essential Christmas food item that we haven’t covered yet and that is the Christmas Cake. After we ended up with two last year (such a hardship, let me tell you) my mom and I decided to collaborate and experiment using the recipe she used in school. With a little tweak here and another there and a while spent working out how do turn a Celsius oven down by an exact number of degrees Fahrenheit we created a monster sized cake with enough fruit and brandy in it to sink a battleship. We faithfully ‘fed’ it in the weeks before it was iced and six days before Christmas, using an old Good Housekeeping cookbook for inspiration, I spent an hour and a half cutting and sticking triangles of icing onto it. We didn’t actually get around to cutting it on Christmas day, but when some family came round on Boxing day evening it was brought out and sliced up. Thankfully it received the seal of approval from everyone who had a slice and apparently is ‘our best yet’. Thank goodness for that.
Everyone has a different take on exactly what Christmas is, but one thing most people agree on is that by the time it comes to the evening of Christmas day it is time to sit back, watch a film (Ratatouille, in our case) and generally fester in front of the TV with a glass of your desired tipple in hand. The papers yesterday said that the ‘ratings war’ was firmly won by BBC 1 this year and whilst I agree that Ratatouille and the Gruffalo’s Child were excellent we jumped ship for the main part and spent a great couple of hours utterly glued to the ever wonderful Downton Abbey, with a glass of G&T in hand. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure why you’d watch anything else, but then again what do I know? By the time we all deicded to call it a night we were still full and thoroughly exhausted. In fact, it had already proved to be too much for some of us.
However you spent your Christmas I hope you have a wonderful day and I wish you well for the new year.
Cr