Mark
A turkey neck simmering for two hours. Kilos of butter stacked in the fridge. Potato peelings everywhere. The signs are unmistakable: the year is drawing to a close.
I cannot wait for the peace that follows Boxing Day, but I'm also rather fond of the manic preparation that goes into trying to ensure that everyone who comes over to our place is treated to a memorable and immensely calorific Christmas. (Trust me: the Ebeneezer exterior is mostly an act!) This year's kitchen operations have not been without their mini-disasters: for the first time in my life, I didn't read and memorise an instruction manual, so what was supposed to have been a gingerbread Christmas tree has turned into a rather stumpier, squatter form of vegetation. We're calling it our gingerbread lotus flower. But minor errors aside, we're pretty confident our guests will be well fed and watered on Thursday.
Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, may you enjoy the last few days of the year in the company of people with whom being yourself and being part of a group are one and the same thing.
I cannot wait for the peace that follows Boxing Day, but I'm also rather fond of the manic preparation that goes into trying to ensure that everyone who comes over to our place is treated to a memorable and immensely calorific Christmas. (Trust me: the Ebeneezer exterior is mostly an act!) This year's kitchen operations have not been without their mini-disasters: for the first time in my life, I didn't read and memorise an instruction manual, so what was supposed to have been a gingerbread Christmas tree has turned into a rather stumpier, squatter form of vegetation. We're calling it our gingerbread lotus flower. But minor errors aside, we're pretty confident our guests will be well fed and watered on Thursday.
Wherever you are and whatever you're doing, may you enjoy the last few days of the year in the company of people with whom being yourself and being part of a group are one and the same thing.
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