We
are off to Ted and Beryl’s this weekend, for one of her ‘Christmas Is Coming
And I Want To Try Out Some New Recipes On Friends Before I Prepare Them For My
Family On 25th December’ overindulgence extravaganzas.
I
wonder how much longer she’ll be doing these things. She’ll kill me if I reveal
her age here, but she’s not on the shy side of 70, and has had a few health
problems and ‘little issues’ over the past 10 years. She has slowed down and
toned down her efforts, but she still insists on being the host for a full-on Yuletide
indulgence with her family every year, and who are we to stand in the way of
her annual fun? Getting old is not a fun
thing to deal with, but the ones who deal with it best are the ones who keep
themselves active and refuse to give up and succumb, so the longer she keeps on
going the better her later years will be, I hope.
And my
small part in that process is to sit my arse on her sofa and gorge myself on
whatever culinary delights she is producing for Christmas 2021.
I
have a feeling this year may be even more exceptional than usual. With the minor
irritation of Covid last year, she wasn’t allowed to have a big gathering like
normal, so she couldn’t be quite as outlandish. With (hopefully) no
restrictions in attendance, she can let herself go, throw her shackles to the
wind, and produce a feast for the ages that will be talked about Christmasses
hence ad infinitum.
I
feel like this posting is not making sense. I am getting so excited typing
about food that I am salivating profusely and my fingers are trembling. I seem
to be throwing down random words and making up phrases without really thinking
what they might mean, and how they might read. So I shall leave it there for
now and try and be more coherent tomorrow.
I’m
REALLY looking forward to Sunday, though….
RC 24-11-21
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