After watching BBC Parliament I peeled some veg.
Party time doesn't get wilder than this:)
The veg by the way are red peppers, carrots and the Veg of Desperation...the pointed parsnip.
To add some vroom vroom to tonight's tea I'm roasting six fat bellied Sicilian sausages. Might dance while they sweat and threat....
Probably a half- cocked Tango.


Happy Night All!

Would you Adam and Eve it!

I hope you all have a quiet night.

I know I won't. Unusually for Mr Horsehound he has suggested we go with the yoof and spend this Eve at a discotheque. What is his world coming to? Being out of new frocks I think I'll use a little sweet persuasion, which will include a handful of Sicilian sausages and a promise, to show him that there are better ways to boogie than boiling under the spotlight with a mob of tanned giggling girls and muscley male sorts.
No, he will see in the new year with the old girl:)


If you decide to party then give it a million %.
Please.....Don't do half measures, they only frustrate.

Today

Baked a few sausage rolls. Adding chutney to give some ooompa ooompa.

Made some bread pudding. Thick moist and sweet sweet. Sultanas piercing their way through the top making the bread pud look like it has acne.

Felt righteous because I ate a couple of basted parsnips. Am becoming addicted to the queer shaped veg, there's something comforting about the aroma of a freshly boiled parsnip. But after a roasting with butter and honey they're positively wicked. Always stab them at the fat end so I can take bites all the way up their dripping length. Lovely.

Baked a little chocolate up- and- over pudding. Righteousness not lasting long...Rich yet light, sweet yet with an underbelly of slightly bitter cocoa.

Watched 'The Winslow Boy'. Good film with masterful Nigel Hawthorne as a dad intent on clearing his son's name. Kid accused of stealing a postal order. Lovely little boy who did 'anger' very well indeed.

Put out, around the corner by the dripping guttering, out of view of neighbours, some leftover corned beef for any wild animals which might come my way. Blow the busy bodies.

Had a lemon tea in a glass cup.

Watched Celebrity Mastermind. 'Celebs' being, a t.v. doc, a decathelete from yonks ago, pretty news reader Samira Ahmed (who won) and flipping food writer and restaurant critic Giles Coran. Loved his dad but for me, Giles is pale in comparison, but not as pale as his sis, Victoria. Oh dear. Nasal nepotism.

Fought off a headache with a chilly walk.

All in all a good little day.

The wooden table looked lovely, simple. Unadorned with just blue and white mis- matched crockery. The meal couldn't have been simpler, homemade Minestrone soup with a few soda rolls and oak smoked cheddar to accompany it.
To drink? Chilled cider in glass mugs.
Was it a perfect meal?
Yes.
Why?

Ample amounts of earthy food made by excited hands.... and at noon, around the table, wonderful company.


Tonight's fare is cafe food. Fat slices of Corned beef, oven baked chips and silly rolly abouty the platey peas... with buttered white bread and brown sauce to go with it all. To drink? Tea. For afters? Milk chocolate and dreams.

It's The Napoleon In Me That isTalking...

Half a Buche!

Meet my Mincemeat Cake...

A mere trifle.

Too many wedges of creamy chestnutty cake, too many Pringles and too many whopping great platefuls of sweetie brown parsnips!
Too many late late nights, a touchy too much nougat and a veritable gluttony in the shape of smoked salmon sandwiches.
An endless succulence of too much Turkish delight, a jiggling rainfall of chocolate peanuts and a noisy ensemble of jugs full of boiling custard.
And crumpets in the morning, crumpets in the evening and brandy in me coffee.

Festivities haven't ended yet...
Tomorrow we dine on pig. And syrup. And Cranberried Wensleydale.

Overall though I'm being a very good girl.
Haven't cursed once, haven't spat feathers and have only wished good health and happiness to all who have rung my bell, such is the lightness of my heart.

Keep it all up Glo:)

Here I am

My Buche de Noel is shaping up nicely;)

I love Christmas!

Hi Ya!

Be Of Good Cheer. Here.

Do Whatever Makes You Feel Good And If That Includes Checking My Blog Then Do It!



Merry Christmas To All



Mr Horsehound. The poor darling. Out buying bird food. But back to pepperoni pizza and picture taking:)



Nof and Mrs Nof. Gentle generous Quince loving souls who know how to love and cut up rough. Grandads and Nanas are always the worst.



Jerry. Mr Stars and Stripes. Great talker mostly about DVD boxed sets and kids getting hitched. Go stew some venison or something.



An Englishman Abroad. A true Sparkling White Diamond. x



Porsche Poet. Byron couldn't have put it better. Happy emails full of quality singing. An uplifting way to start the day.




The Duchess. Met online years ago and now, hopefully, after the white dress thing, meet for an English Cream Tea.



Jeffy. Brother of the Duchess. Life can suck can't it? But wait and it'll also blow...fair winds.



Sergeant Gaffer. No more truncheons for you matey but have a nice Christmas anyway.



Maniac Man. A.K.A Man with a Millionaires Mop. Don't dance with it dear, you'll just look silly.



Grubby Northerner. Big in every respect I expect.


I hope you all enjoy Christmas.
Whether you're with family, pals or would rather spend it on your own.
Which ever way you choose to spend it, spend it your way.
As for me and Mr Horsehound, I'll cook and allow him to photograph me. Pics to come.


P.S. Slept well last night due to a spoonful of Brandy in me coffee. But I don't drink.

Angela x x x x x x x x x x x