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Forcing myself to write something, because I need to get back into the habit. Christmas was the same as usual - it's not the big thing for my family that it is for some. Due to family Secret Santas my loot list is short but good quality: $75 Borders voucher, new Queensland Roar jersey, an Irvine Welsh book I didn't have yet, a cute little bead rabbit thing from my 12-year-old cousin and a bag of random stuff (wine, new wallet, perfume, book, etc) from Dad.
Most of the Christmas celebrations came in the form of food. Picked Ben up and did the trek to Doolanbloodydella to see Dad on Christmas Eve. Dad had a spread of cold meats and salads, but since my father is who he is, those salads were somewhat odd. In addition to the standard garden salad, we had capsicum/cucumber/cream salad and quite a strange salad of red cabbage and banana. I was dubious, but it actually worked quite well.
Christmas Day saw lunch at Anthony's eldest sister's place - salads again and the BBQ was fired up. I also put together the World's Ugliest Cake Ever - I bought a coffee sponge from the Italian grocer, coated it with whipped cream and grated chocolate on top. Sounds good in theory, which is what I thought, but the cake got squashed and was all lopsided, and getting the cream to go where I wanted it was HARD. We surrounded the bottom of the cake with profiteroles filled with chocolate custard. I think Anthony had as much trouble filling the profiteroles as I had creaming the cake. The kitchen floor was a mess of smashed profiterole cases, which the cat quite enjoyed. Anyway, it tasted bloody nice but oh god, it was monstrously ugly. I believe some photos were taken. I might try to dig some up.
Christmas dinner was at my uncle's house, and again we had cold meats and salad - Craig did a roast chicken and Mum bought some really nice leg ham. Again with the strange salads though. Grandma got her hands on a recipe book, god help us. The mustard potato salad was awesome, as were the watermelon/onion salad, the wombok/noodle salad and the Waldorf salad.
Boxing Day saw yet MORE eating at Anthony's other sister's house. BBQ and salads again. Sane, sensible salads this time, and some awesome German sausages. I spent all afternoon watching the cricket while Anthony beat his sisters at Monopoly. I was very glad to go home to sleep off all the food. I'm still not entirely convinced I need to eat again for at least a month, but I say that every year. When your boyfriend comes from a Greek family, Christmas is a gastronomic adventure of Herculean proportions.
Anyway, it's 3pm and I'm leaving work because I have to pack/iron/wash/worry/leave instructions for care of cat/confirm lift to airport/do last minute shopping in preparation for being in Melbourne tomorrow! Drop me a message on Facebook if you will be in Melbourne over the next five days and want to meet up - schedule isn't totally filled yet!
Most of the Christmas celebrations came in the form of food. Picked Ben up and did the trek to Doolanbloodydella to see Dad on Christmas Eve. Dad had a spread of cold meats and salads, but since my father is who he is, those salads were somewhat odd. In addition to the standard garden salad, we had capsicum/cucumber/cream salad and quite a strange salad of red cabbage and banana. I was dubious, but it actually worked quite well.
Christmas Day saw lunch at Anthony's eldest sister's place - salads again and the BBQ was fired up. I also put together the World's Ugliest Cake Ever - I bought a coffee sponge from the Italian grocer, coated it with whipped cream and grated chocolate on top. Sounds good in theory, which is what I thought, but the cake got squashed and was all lopsided, and getting the cream to go where I wanted it was HARD. We surrounded the bottom of the cake with profiteroles filled with chocolate custard. I think Anthony had as much trouble filling the profiteroles as I had creaming the cake. The kitchen floor was a mess of smashed profiterole cases, which the cat quite enjoyed. Anyway, it tasted bloody nice but oh god, it was monstrously ugly. I believe some photos were taken. I might try to dig some up.
Christmas dinner was at my uncle's house, and again we had cold meats and salad - Craig did a roast chicken and Mum bought some really nice leg ham. Again with the strange salads though. Grandma got her hands on a recipe book, god help us. The mustard potato salad was awesome, as were the watermelon/onion salad, the wombok/noodle salad and the Waldorf salad.
Boxing Day saw yet MORE eating at Anthony's other sister's house. BBQ and salads again. Sane, sensible salads this time, and some awesome German sausages. I spent all afternoon watching the cricket while Anthony beat his sisters at Monopoly. I was very glad to go home to sleep off all the food. I'm still not entirely convinced I need to eat again for at least a month, but I say that every year. When your boyfriend comes from a Greek family, Christmas is a gastronomic adventure of Herculean proportions.
Anyway, it's 3pm and I'm leaving work because I have to pack/iron/wash/worry/leave instructions for care of cat/confirm lift to airport/do last minute shopping in preparation for being in Melbourne tomorrow! Drop me a message on Facebook if you will be in Melbourne over the next five days and want to meet up - schedule isn't totally filled yet!