Merry (belated) Christmas and a Happy New Year! I hope you had/have a peaceful and joyful time.
This year managed to simultaneously produce the best and the most stressful Christmas ever. On the stressful side, I had agreed to cook Christmas lunch for 8 people. It didn’t seem so daunting back in September when I suggested it, even though we don’t have 8 chairs in the house so someone would have to end up sitting on my cajon.
Although I’m a competent baker I’ve never actualy cooked a roast dinner before, let alone a roast rib of beef for 8 with all (and I mean all) the trimmings – potatoes roast in goose fat, roast parnsips and chantenay carrots, sprouts, stuffing, pigs-in-blankets and proper red wine gravy. Oh, and a token posh veggie pie for the token posh vegetarian.
But being a good scientist, I worked out a protocol with careful timings, including little diagrams to show how many tins and trays would fit in the oven at any one time, and I got through it. Dinner appeared an hour late, but it was delicious – and my first ever yorkshire puddings rose to astronomical heights.
The other thing adding to the stress was that it was the grand meeting of the parents – my set of loud, chaotic, beloved progenitors meeting Ricky’s dignified, reserved Dad and his equally charming, dignified wife. Luckily, we broke the ice with some good news to tell them all – we have got engaged!
All in all, it was the best Christmas ever. And we ate my Christmas cake, which was utterly delicious: