With all the doom and gloom, lockdown and tiers, social distancing and masks, we ended up having a really nice Christmas.
We started the day by taking the hopping dog for a walk to Hyde Park. Agnes seems fine once she gets going, hops for a few steps and then goes to bed after a walk for a rest. She doesn’t seem to be in pain so we’re hoping it’s not too serious.
After walking home we cooked a delicious roast chicken with sweet potatoes, roast potatoes, cauliflower cheese and brussel sprouts with a glorious chicken gravy. We started with a prawn cocktail with lettuce and celery with homemade brown bread and finished with a selection of cheeses and port. It was all remarkably stress free and a very relaxed day.
The rest of the day consisted of family zooms and Christmas films with a cosy fire warming our toes.
It felt like nice end to a hard year as we enjoyed a quiet but happy Christmas.
We have kicked off our festive week of viewing by watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” and so spent two hours sobbing uncontrollably on the sofa! By the end, we were all bit sodden and emotionally depleted.
What a wonderful film and how to put life into perspective!
After the year we’ve all had, all we want is a little bit of feel-good and this film certainly delivers all that. It’s a must-see and an extremely hard act to follow.
10 out of 10 for a great Christmas story, a total tear jerker and a fantastic feel-good ending!
Last week I made a black forest trifle for my brother-in-law’s 60th birthday. I have never seen so much sugar in one bowl!
Things started with a brownie mix. I confess to cheating and used a Betty Crocker box of brownies. The brownies were then cut in half and sandwiched with black cherry jam and the bottom of a bowl was lined with jam-filled brownies. That was probably a couple of thousand calories.
Then the brownies were supposed to be drenched in kirsch. I didn’t have any so tried a little rum but it was too medicinal so I skipped that bit and added a tin of pitted cherries, the juice soaking into the brownies nicely.
Then, on top of that was a packet of amaretti biscuits. At least that what they supposed to be. I had found sugar-encrusted Italian butter biscuits which seemed to do the job.
Next layer was chocolate custard. I melted a block of dark chocolate and added it to a tin of Ambrosia cream custard (another little helping hand). The chocolate custard was very sweet and so the layers and calories were adding up nicely.
I added a few more cherries for good measure before covering the whole lot with whipped double cream and dark chocolate shavings. The bowl was full and it was extremely heavy.
The whole thing took two days to build and had to be moved in an Uber. It was delicious but a moment on the lips and all that.
Sadly no photos exist of the most fattening dessert I’ve ever made.
Would I make it again? Only for the most special occasion I suspect!
In a week where everything seems to have gone tits, Agnes started limping and then hopping on three legs and seemed very under the weather. She was sick a couple of times and her hair seemed to be falling out. For a young and remarkably healthy dog, this was very concerning.
Agnes is only five so it seemed like a good idea to take her to the vet to find out what was going on and the news wasn’t great. Dogs have little tiny kneecaps which can slip out very easily and Agnes seems to have a slipping kneecap on her rear left leg. When she gets up, it takes a few steps before she can put the leg to the floor and get going. It’s called a Luxating Patella which sounds like a foaming Spanish rice dish.
And so here we go. The next step is to see a specialist and determine the grade of severity. Level One can be managed with pain control, hydro therapy and supplements up to Level Four which requires surgery. Cha ching, it’s going to be expensive whatever happens. Perhaps there’s a little tiny knee brace which would help.
We’ll start the follow up in the New Year and I’m pleased so say that Agnes doesn’t seem to be in pain or struggling much, just hopping a bit so perhaps she’d be ok with a swimming pool and a treadmill for Christmas.
This week I received a text from the NHS Test & Trace saying I had been exposed to Covid and needed to self-isolate. I thought it was a scam.
To confess,I had met up with Big T’s siblings (four people, social distancing) to nod to a milestone birthday and while I had been cautious, I had still attended. One person tested positive the next day and suddenly the game had changed. I had to self-isolate for ten days.
We have been very careful since March, shopping locally, not socialising and when able to travel to France, we basically spent the summer in the house with a weekly shop at the supermarket (masked). With one text it seemed as though the last nine months were pointless as the virus was getting closer.
And then it was over. Two phone calls to check up on me and then a text saying the test result had been void and I was no longer expected to isolate. What a fiasco. I still don’t know if the test was negative or just void but as things have taken a turn for the worse anyway, there’ll be no more socialising even with social distancing.
It is, thankfully, the shortest day of the longest year. Winter Solstice of 2020 and as things have become progressively worse in the last few days, at least there’s less daylight to see it by!
This morning I went out at 7am to buy a Christmas pudding. We hadn’t left it to the last minute, we had one ordered but when our online delivery arrived last night, all the festive food seemed to be missing so no Christmas pud for us.
As luck would have it, it was raining (of course) and so I donned the old waterproofs and jumped on my trusty steed to cycle to our local Jewish deli, Panzer’s, guaranteed to have a Christmas pudding. Despite being Jewish, Panzer’s do a custom pudding but sadly all were sold out. I managed to get some smoked salmon but it was all starting to feel a little Eastern Bloc.
Cycling back from St John’s Wood, I stopped at the Tesco Local in Little Venice only to find again, bare shelves and no puddings so unless we find one lurking in the back of M&S in Paddington, we’ll have to make do with a couple of mince pies.
As we have now been banned from the rest of Europe and London is home to a super-strain of Covid (and that’s not very super), things are decidedly grim.
We have been moved into Tier 4 (which has just been invented), the festive chaos of five days off from Covid has been cancelled and people are now stockpiling food to prepare for Brexit. Given that France is refusing UK freight and the Eurotunnel is closed, we are again an island. It would appear that mutton and potatoes are not far off the menu.