What?

Was Christmas nearly a month ago?
Something in me is resistant to analyzing our Christmas meal. Deconstructing it to the n’th degree some how seems to take the relational element away.
I will relent for a brief critique.
It was a delightful time of common roots, faith, celebration of Jesus’ birth and fellowship over food.
Elements of the meal weren’t perfect (rolled turkey breast does not produce enough/good stock to make gravy and the chicken stock one that I ended  making was lacking depth of flavour); most elements were lovely (prawns with mango chilli mayo), some shone–the lime marmalade and ginger glazed baked ham was demolished and I was really happy with the individual plum puddings. I personally loved the individual sparkling Shiraz and raspberry jellies, but forgot that a large percentage of the family couldn’t or don’t have alcohol. And they were a little potent. Enjoyed them over the next few days.
The 24 individual hazelnut and cranberry tortes ALL broke Christmas eve, so I made a giant torte which was pretty much scoffed down. Nan’s homemade custard, or orange scented cream or 50% proof brandy butter were all enjoyed as toppings on the dessert selection.

And now a new year has started, with the retaining of all things positive and the looking forward to new and enriched relationships, experiences, growth and some tasty and interesting food things in the mix.