Welcome to The Waſſail Experience

You thought you had arrived at your favourite blog: Chris and Shana’s Waffle Experience.

But no. Because, for the festive season only, it has now become Chris and Shana’s Waſſail Experience.

Someone on telly mentioned that, with it now being December, people would soon  be out and about, enjoying the traditional pastime of wassailing.

Quick as a flash (or should that be ‘flaſh?) I turned to Shana and said ‘Yes, but in the Middle Ages they all used to write the letter S so it looked like an F. So for all those hundreds of years they were not wassailing but waffling.’

‘Waffling?’ said Shana. ‘You mean, like we do? Brilliant!’

‘Yes!’ I said. ‘Or maybe even “fantaſtic!’

So this Yuletide, if you go out inflicting Chriſtmas carols on everyone else, do remember that you are in fact doing it all in the spirit of…

WAFFLE. 🙂

Note: To all those readers who think I am making an awful big deal out of a very thin joke, normal ſervice will be reſumed ſhortly.

ſo there!

Advertisements

Waffle Towers Renovation Project

Grandiose title for what is in fact a little bit of D.I.Y., at this time of year I imagine that most people are running around in a panic trying to get ready for the festive splurge. Here at Waffle Towers things are a little calmer, but no less crazy!

Using the following items we are in the process of stripping some wood back to the grain and varnishing it to make it all pretty, Chris is doing the stripping (no comments about that please!), and I’m sanding and vanishing varnishing.

I’m also doing a bit of knitting, nothing very exciting really, now if you will excuse me I need to do some vanishing…

Christmas songs

White rabbits, white rabbits, white rabbits.

Yes, it’s the first day of December.

Only three weeks to Christmas.

And whatever religious or secular significance Christmas may hold for you, as far as we are concerned a large part of it involves Shana’s attempts at a cover version of this song. Take it away, Gracie… 🙂

Late menu

Before I forget (but how could I?) here is what we nommed on Christmas Day:

  • Quorn Family Roast
  • Carrots
  • Peas
  • Brussels Sprouts–yum! (No, really: yum!)
  • Roast potatoes
  • Sage and Red Onion Stuffing
  • Gravy
  • 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.