Today was a mix of all kinds of things: bit of housework, holiday buffet get-together at friends' house, a little catching up. Oh, and feeding two Christmas cakes - they get their tots of brandy every other day until The Big Day. Well, one on The Day, the other for Boxing Day.
You know in 'A Christmas Carol' when the Cratchits are having Christmas dinner and the plum pudding is served up? Mrs Cratchit says 'I had my doubts as to the quantity of flour.' That's the thing about cooking: you don't know for sure how it comes out until everybody digs in. I hadn't done the Christmas pudding thing since the first year I was in England, but in order to avoid nut issues (I think I mentioned this before) this year I made my own, leaving out the almonds and what-have-you.
I say 'my own' as if I eat the things. Not me! I'm not keen on fruit-cakey-foods at the best of times. Mixing ingredients like suet (bleh), currants, and breadcrumbs, then steaming it for the better part of a day... then RE-steaming it for an hour or two, only to douse it with liquor and set fire to it... Nope, not my idea of a treat. But when in Rome, as they say.
We'll try to get pictures as the blue flames dance around the pudding. If the pix come out, I'll post one or two so you can see how they look.
I was glad to be a guest today rather than a hostess. Must be a sign of old age, but although I can socialize with the best of them, I'm glad to only have to worry about dressing up me (Himself fends for - well, for himself) and not have to worry about how the house looks, refilling plates, running around like mad and spending most of my time either in the kitchen or trying to keep up with replenishment and dirty-dish duty.
I don't want to sound like an Ebenezer or anything, but it surely is a relief to leave all the brouhaha in someone else's hands and just relax and enjoy. Lazy? Selfish? Nah. I've done my stint. Now I rest on my laurels. Or at least that's what I'll call 'em, lol.
I guess that about does it. It feels like it's been a long day - a long week, for that matter, even though it has flown by. Two weeks now until the showdown.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!