So here it is at last, Christmas is finally upon us. Having had it thrust in our faces for the past two months it reached its crescendo on Black Friday with a mass of work do’s, parties and gatherings which left me feeling as if I’d peaked too soon. Saturday was a quieter affair while Sunday and Monday became days for recovery and baking. Glittery bite sized star meringues, orange cranberry and cinnamon muffins (for breakfast in the morning), chocolate salami and small trays of lemon drizzle cake make perfect presents and when wrapped in pretty paper or cellophane there’s nothing shop bought that could beat them.
As there are only four of us at home we went for a turkey crown (from my local butcher)rather than the full blown beast, pigs in blankets, chestnut stuffing, the works! Smoked salmon from Derimon and tiny bantam egg salad with home-made blinis, rocket and a chive and creme fraiche dressing will start proceedings and to finish it had to be a Buche de Noel, or chocolate log if like me you can’t be bothered with all that fancy terminology!). My version is like a cross between a chocolate log and a black forest swiss roll!
Now it’s Christmas Eve; I’ve battled and survived the six parties, the Christmas baking, the odd birthday party, the shopping and pressy wrapping and the over excited and annoying child, the sickly teenager and all while nursing a slipped disc in my neck. Cocodamol and a stiff Bailey’s have kept me going and while I may have seemed like an over medicated Nigella, the fact I am now calmly writing this and wishing you all a Happy Christmas means that it is miraculously calm in the Moel Faban house.