I have a day off today. Hurrah!!! It’s about time I blogged but I really haven’t got anything constructive in mind to say. That’s a great start isn’t it? How to put readers off in two concise sentences.
But a day off, a proper day off when I can construct my own plan without recourse to anyone else is a joy and a blessing.
So I started by making Spanish chicken for the slow cooker – a great big recipe for eight which I will later freeze and inflict on son#1 and his girlfriend next week.
I’ve never made it before but it looks promising ; chicken thighs sauteed in bubbly olive oil, frying the garlic and onion, adding flour and loads of chopped tomatoes, then stock, new potatoes and olives and rosemary. The whole thing, the vivid red speckled with black olive and the green needles of rosemary looked beautifully vivid as I transferred it to the big cooker pot. I was using the new Le Creuset frying pan, which I was afraid would be too big but is in fact, just lush because you can move the chicken about freely without worrying about it shooting out of the pan and into a waiting cat.
I like cooking generally but during Advent, with people due to call in, some coming to stay and the whole Christmas food fest, it comes to a head. It seems like a luxury being able to spend so much time preparing tasty stuff which people will enjoy.
This is probably the time of year when I am closest to the Mother Earth thing. The boys always helped with some of the cooking at Christmas. I remember the year I decided to make cookie decorations for the Christmas tree. The boys were quite pleased with their efforts. Son #1 made star shaped cookies. Son #2 made aliens with some kind of jammy blood effects. We tied them with red ribbon to the branches of the tree and the boys, having had a taster, were looking forward to enjoying more on Christmas Day.
So first thing on Christmas morning, they opened the door to the living room (Santa always deals with the stockings etc in the living room) and ALL the biscuits had softened up and fallen on to the floor.
The dog rushed past like an Exocet missile and gobbled up every last one. Happy days.
Must go. Have to paint walls, read a bit and go out on my bike. And make lists, and buy presents, and make festive music playlists and organise carol service attendance…
I got accosted by a suspiciously slim Father Christmas yesterday. No idea why he’s lost so much weight but he kept asking if I’d been good. I thought it was all a bit pervy, to be honest. I can’t help thinking he must have been an impostor…