I didn't mean to be silent for so long. The job is hell as usual. Nothing personal, just too much work and not enough me. As well as the usual shutdown between Christmas and New Year, I took the week off before Christmas and have spent the time winding down.
Saturday morning, I sat drinking coffee, watching the snow fall and listening to the cricket live from the WACA in Perth, Western Australia: England versus Australia. In my head, I could see a hot summer's day bathed in that glorious golden Australian light. What a contrast. Britain has been caught out again by winter. You'd think they'd learn. It snowed for three hours causing chaos as usual: the second runway at Heathrow was closed for days; Eurostar trains were cancelled; roads closed. We've had snow on the ground ever since, with the odd flurry to top it up.
We did "Polish" Christmas last night: roast goose with chestnut stuffing, roast potatoes, roast onion, honey glazed parsnips, broccoli, and orange sauce; then the presents and then Christmas Pudding. It was just the two of us this year and that was perfect. Guess what DH gave me for Christmas? The complete series of The Good Life . I didn't even know it had been re-released! I feel thoroughly spoilt.
The goose was an interesting cooking challenge since it was too long for the baking dish, even diagonally.
It ended up getting roasted with its feet in the air, wrapped in foil and propped up on the side of the oven. (Note to self: next time 30 minutes a kilo at 170C, draining of fat every half hour.) Although DH had picked up a turkey on a visit to the butcher earlier in the month, I really wanted a goose*. The butcher said he could get one but it'd "cost an arm and a leg". We collected him on Tuesday and I hate to break it to our kosher butcher, but at £46, his goose was cheaper than the non-kosher one I bought two years ago for Christmas at Peter's (£70-odd, IIRC). The turkey is in the freezer for later in the year.
Today, we're off to friends to have another Christmas. I'll leave you with one other lasting memory: my husband insisting he wasn't cold, clearing snow from the cloches in the veggie patch.
Eat your heart out, Crocodile Dundee. You aren't as hard as DH. :o)
Merry Christmas everyone.
* This is the first year since we moved into the house that the stove has been wired in and I could use its electric ovens. Except for last year when I did a duck in the microwave-convection oven, every other year I'd prep the turkey but it'd get roasted in my MIL's oven before being brought back here for dinner. I wanted to celebrate having a proper working stove by cooking something I haven't been able to cook, so enter the goose.