So I was messaging on one of my teams this morning and it asked for favourite holiday memories.
I recalled the funniest one; The last Crimbo my mum and dad spent with us before they both passed over the following year.
Dad had fallen asleep, slouched in the armchair, trousers unfastened after eating a huge dinner(how times have changed I'm much more restrained now LOL) and he was snoring away merrily.
The rest of us were talking over the film on TV.
Next minute he wakes up and points aggressively at the top of the curtain rail and shouts "and another thing!", gets up and his unfastened trousers fall around his ankles.
When ever I feel sad at his passing (especially around this time of year) I think of this and raise a glass to him and it cheers me no end!
It seems to be the time of year to reflect on family foibles.
Last night at our meal out with bezzie mate Jackie and her hubby, Jackie was saying about how she could never match up to her mum's exacting standards (she'd wipe her fingers along work surfaces when she came to stay at Crimbo) and Jackie will have cleaned and dusted for hours. But she also missed cooking with her mum.
Steve's mum on the other hand wa, is, a lousy cook and he and his brothers would do their utmost to find a restaurant open on Crimbo day.....or disappear to the nearest pub.
Steve has his family around Crimbo Day now and cooks for 7 people.
We ended up spending a lot of time talking about family- Both Jackie and I have lost our parents whilst Steve and DH still have theirs to treasure.
We weren't maudlin or anything like that, just treasuring memories.
Make this Crimbo memorable for your nearest and dearest- we will be
Here is a new way to prepare your Christmas Turkey.
1. Cut out aluminium foil in desired shapes.
2. Arrange the turkey in the roasting pan, position the foil carefully. (see attached
picture for details)
3. Roast according to your own recipe and serve.
4. Watch your guests' faces...
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey be plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have never a lump.
May your puddings be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Christmas dinner
Stay off your thighs!