It's my birthday on Christmas Eve so I normally have sautéed vomit and paracetamol followed by 10 bottles of Chimay Bleu to pick me up again. I F@cking love Christmas.
the missus made an amazing nut roast last year, 3 different types of nuts (so 3 Nut Roast as opposed to 3 Bird Roast lol), with blended carrots and spices and other stuff in there, she's gonna make an even better nut roast this year. also sprouts, yes sprouts, always used to hate the them, but she puts lemon juice, **** and other **** on them and it makes them absolutely awesome kale - awesome vegetable to have with a roast roast parsnips and potatoes, and of course roast carrots, yes don't boil them! roast carrots ****ing rule the best bit though....cheesy leeks! another of her specialities, delicious, totally knock you out though and make you comatose for a good hour afterwards.
Yep. I don't doubt the food will be well cooked and taste nice. Its not a simple delicious Christmas Roast made by my mam though is it?
Essentially my starter when we have Xmas at home is a few pints round the local bar while the women do their thing, and then half a bottle of plonk while I sit and wait to be served. I'm kinda seeing why my mam got sick of us I do the Yorkshires though as mine are unrivalled. Follow a simple Delia formula, never fails to delight.
It's just me and my Dad at Christmas, so we usually roast a duck as turkey is too big (and too American for our liking). Glad to see the general love of Yorkies with Christmas dinner. My Grandma was the undisputed queen of Yorkshire puddings, but she passed away nearly 10 years ago now. Last week I summoned up the courage to make them for the first time for the Geordie side of the family. Not as good as hers of course, but they passed muster. I've never been more proud.
Nowt wrong with Yorkies, it's a roast dinner, I just do equal quantities of egg, flour and milk, bit of salt, I use a hand blender though to get as smooth as possible a mix, usually cook them in a batch in advance and freeze them.
I'll eat whatever I'm god damn given and be grateful for it That's my family tradition I'm sure of it
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable. Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah? Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah. Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine? MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea. GC: A cup ' COLD tea. EI: Without milk or sugar. TG: OR tea! MP: In a filthy, cracked cup. EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper. GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth. TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor. MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness." EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof. GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING! TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor! MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph. EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US. GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake! TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road. MP: Cardboard box? TG: Aye. MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt! GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY! TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife. EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah." MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'. ALL: Nope, nope..
As Muslims we dont celebrate Christmas but we do send Christmas cards, buy presents and have a Christmas meal so figure that one out! Always come back to UK for Christmas cos we both love the build up and the whole Christmas week. Mrs particularly enjoys January sales! Always go up to my brother's in Cumbria and his wife does the whole works including Yorkshire Puds. Puts the sausage meat stuffing on the side especially for us and doesnt drape Turkey in bacon but otherwise as normal. Love the whole tradition. Out for a walk afterwards if weather is okay.
I don't even like Christmas it's become an absolute joke in which people are greedy and therefore go against everything Jesus stood for on his birthday ! Sickening
Agree with you though that its a pity it has become what it is and can't be more about sharing with those that don't have.
When I was young the Yorkshire pudding was served first, it was only in the war years it began to be served with the meal
