Before I forget (but how could I?) here is what we nommed on Christmas Day:
- Quorn Family Roast
- Brussels Sprouts–yum! (No, really: yum!)
- Roast potatoes
- Sage and Red Onion Stuffing
- Roses chocolates
- Mince pies (with Courvoisier cognac, no less)
- Stollen cake (inc. rum-soaked raisins)
- Selection of cheeses (Stilton, Leicester, Cheddar, Brie, Wensleydale and Cranberry, and Austrian smoked)
- Multiplicity of cracker-type biscuits suitable for plonking ruddy great morsels of cheese on top of. (The word ‘dainty’ does not appear in our family lexicon.)
Please note: not all of the above were eaten on the same plate.
Or even at the same time.
I mean, honestly, what do you think we are. Pigs?
(Apologies to any foods what I have forgot.)
Special commendation or Mention in Dispatches goes to Shana, who fretted for hours (at least 72 of them) at all the things that could possibly go wrong with her smooth organization and immaculate timings of aforementioned foodities…
…only to be muchos relieved when all went according to culinary plan–especially the part where the red onion stuffing was cooked together with the roast. (I’ll let her explain further on that in a separate post if she likes. )
Shana’s subsequent ear-to-ear Grin of Chuffedness (that’s three syllables there, if you happen to be reading this aloud) meant she could fit extra chocolates in and, given the opportunity, could probs have eaten a baguette sideways: a feat I usually reserve for myself 🙂
I shall be giving Shana a load of gold-coloured foil paper. Then she can make herself as many gold stars as she likes, as she has earned them.