When H. and C. arrived, we cheered to Christmas with champagne. I tried to 'Kir Royale' mine up...and did, but found that it wasn't actually a taste combination I liked as much as I thought I might.
This is what my parents look like sometimes.
I asked H. to take a few photographs of us. My father has an even worse habit than I do of making silly faces, but a few shots were winners, silly faces and all. In the photograph below I decided I would practice my extremely rudimentary photoshop skills. Can you see what I did?
If I had worn red, and if we were the types to do Christmas cards, one of these would have sufficed for such a thing.
The meal began with the oyster stew my mother made. All rich and buttery creamy. I have liked this decadent stew since I was a kid, though I remember going through a period when seeing the inside of a cooked oyster weirded me out...I think I solved this problem by not looking.
H. cooked a nice hunk'a beef. I was going to try carving it, but realized I didn't know what I was doing. H., bum hand and all, ended up doing the cutting.
I plated the salad of local greens, cherry tomatoes, gherkin pickles, boiled egg and one pickled beet...and maybe cheese?
My mother prepared a kick ass leek, bacon and cheese side dish.
Mmmmmm. Everything was delicious.
After the meal we sat down and played Apples to Apples. I haven't been playing as many games as I have in other times in my life, and I forgot how much fun it can be. I never won, I guess my word associations weren't always as spot-on as others'.
Really is a good, fun game. My mother, who has gotten the reputation within the family of not being much of a gamer, even seemed to enjoy herself.
For dessert there was a lemon custard pudding that was just delightful.
H., C. and L. left before dark to go see the new Sherlock Holmes movie. I believe we watched the latter half of Turner Movie Classics Sherlock and a Hepburn/Tracey movie. All good fun and quite a nice holiday.