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!

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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.

 

Merry Christmas, but don’t sniff the trees

As Christmas approaches, Waffle Towers is looking more festive each day. I made a selection of origami decorations: a chain of primary-coloured links across the front window, a couple of paper snowflake-type things, and half a dozen pink stars as an allusion to the phrase ‘The pink stars are falling’ in Under the Dome, Shana’s favourite tv series of the year (not).

Shana completed the decoration extravaganza with a golden Christmas bell and a very tasteful ivory and gold crocheted Christmas angel. Oh, and not forgetting a star that she made a couple of weeks ago.

We almost didn’t live to see the last week before Christmas though, because last weekend I decided to make some small (about 12 inches tall) Christmas trees for the dining room sideboard. Following instructions from Eric Kenneway/John Smith‘s excellent origami book, I carefully folded all the pages in a couple of old tv listings magazines, and then fanned the pages out for artistic effect.

Then came my near-lethal brainwave:

‘They’d look really good sprayed in metallic gold paint,’ I thought.

Fortunately, we had almost a full tin of gold paint sitting in the shed from 2007 when we moved into Waffle Towers and Shana sprayed the hall radiator metallic gold. Believe me, it looks much better than you might think.

So I snuck down to the garden shed with my tv mag trees and a can of paint and sprayed away, resisting the urge to graffiti-tag the shed with any arcane waffle-related sigils.

Shana was delighted with the results, but less delighted with the overwhelming paint fumes wafting off the sideboard. In the end, before we both passed out, I put the trees in the cupboard to dry. Close call though: we needed the living room window open for fifteen minutes to clear the air–and last Saturday was none too warm either.

Anyway, all’s well now. And we’re looking as Christmassy as we’ve ever done (pics may appear in due course).  And even better, we have enough sprouts so that if any unwanted carol singers turn up, we can launch our homemade sprout trebuchet. That should soon see the blighters off.

‘Tis the season to be jolly…