December 30, 2011
Christmas food. It's arguably the thing I look forward to most of all. Will's family has tended to do the roast turkey thing but it's not the same for me without stuffing, sprouts, bread sauce and cranberries.
This year though, we didn't roast a turkey. It was just me, the boys and Kate, so we glazed a ham (essential - Jamie's jerked), cooked a beautiful piece of ocean trout (tahini dressing), breaded and roasted some pumpkin (a la Ottolenghi) and prepared a nice, fresh green bean and tomato salad. Finished with a fresh cherry pavlova (my first). No fancy seafood but no traditional spread either.
It was spectacular, but even after eight holiday seasons here, I miss the real tree, the freezing cold, the traditional roast, the bottles of red wine, the Queen's speech and pudding with brandy custard. Still, it was all so delicious, the kids joined in, we had home made crackers and party hats and a couple of tantrums. It wouldn't be the same without.
And in other news, Kate left yesterday for the next phase of her enviable world tour. After almost four weeks of experiencing life as it is for us, things are almost back to normal. The space that was Max's room is now an empty spare room, but apart from that, we're picking up where we left off. Having Kate here was pretty awesome, like having a live-in best friend/nanny/home-help. Incredible how quickly the four weeks went by and in the middle there it did get tricky, juggling work, life and our guest... but on balance it was ace. (That's a word she'd use.) And now that I have time to reflect a little, having Kate here has now forced me to think about how we do things, and how we might be able to do things better. But that's a story for another day.
So the holidays are almost over. There has been no turkey and I ache for the company of my parents and proper roast potatoes. Maybe next year, we'll have Christmas at home.