We have always gone overboard at Christmas, even before we had kids. In fact, we’ve gone overboard, under the sea and pulled up a table at Spongebob’s Pineapple House. One year we hired a jumping castle for the family get together, put a lamb on the spit and bought an inflatable Santa and Christmas tree to put on the roof. We bought our one-year-old a remote control Porsche (it was awesome until we lost the keys and had to start it with a screwdriver… good look). Maybe, one year, we researched a snow machine that would pump from the top of the house across the pool. One year we even did a Turducken. That’s a turkey, inside a duck, inside a chicken – surprisingly tasty!
Christmas food is just so damn tasty and traditions have been made and can not be forgotten – ham on Christmas morning, Scotch on Christmas Eve, full Christmas dinner with all the trimmings, eggnog, puddings, mince pies, bonbons, stupid hats, bad cracker jokes and ham for the next five days in a number of incarnations. There’s nothing like the feeling of the food coma that lasts for a week. The smells that waft through the house for a couple of days, the crazy full supermarket trolley, busting at the seams with all kinds of yumminess.
I know there should be a limit on how much we spend at Christmas and how much we eat or drink, but part of the fun of the season is all the smells and afternoon naps with a full tummy. It’s stealing the best prawn before it gets served to someone else. It’s hiding in the pantry and having one last mince pie. It’s thinking, I’ll start a diet in the New Year.
Enjoy and be merry, I say! Make memories and make amazing gravy!