In response to Carolyn's question on the Library page, we will be eating what we always eat every Christmas Day - roast turkey, roast potatoes. roast parsnips, peas (children), sprouts (adults), carrots, gravy and cranberry sauce. This is followed by Christmas pudding, set alight with alcohol (traditionally brandy, but as no-one likes that it seems pointless to buy a whole bottle, so we use whisky). There will also be mince pies (I just typed "mice pies"
, Chocolate Log (ie chocolate swiss roll with chocolate buttercream, and the traditional robin stuck on the top), and Christmas cake.
We have all of this in the evening. At lunchtime (after a hearty walk, though sadly this year it will be dogless) we have home made tomato soup - I have a fantastic recipe for that, very easy and involves sherry - and sausage rolls.
I don't actually like Christmas pudding, Christmas cake, chocolate log or mince pies , but to paraphrase Louisa M Alcott, Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without them.
When the children were babies, my husband and I used to try other meats - venison, pheasant, goose, etc - but these days we always come back to turkey because the children love it so, it's cheaper than all the others, and even in this gannet family, there is usually enough for at least one more meal - the equally traditional cold turkey and bubble and squeak on Boxing Day. We also have a gammon ham, roasted with mustard and brown sugar. I absolutely loathed gammon as a child - because at my grandmother's house it was as tough as old boots (they overcooked everything, and put the vegetables on before the roast meat - yes really) and served up in a kind of watery non-gravy. I now love it - thanks to Delia Smith's instructions.
As a child, we always had chicken at Christmas rather than turkey - in those days chicken was a real treat, whereas it is now one of the cheapest meats and eaten all the time. I recall that after a huge Christmas lunch, my mother felt obliged by her mother and sister - who invariably visited - to provide a huge Christmas tea - she really resented this, as she did most things to do with her own family - so the table groaned with trifle (yuk), cake, sandwiches, mince pies, etc, all presented with a large side order of fury. Christmas was not a happy season at our house, in fact I only started enjoying it once I was invited to stay with my Irish friend's family in County Waterford - they had far less food, far less ceremony, but much more fun; I loved it.
Rosemary