Christmas Eve wrapping and cooking
Dec. 24th, 2014 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sawylMy sister and her new baby came round first thing to wrap presents while the other kids were elsewhere. She made light work of a huge pile of things for the boys and it was enough to inspire me to wrap the things mater had bought for me to give to the kids.
While my sister was wrapping up, I took a few photos of my new nephew. He was born towards the end of last month, a couple of weeks early so he's still pretty small for age, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him developing a hefty pair of lungs!
The uncle arrived in time for lunch: largely bread, cheese, and salad, but with a seriously good home-made courgette soup to start with. I have to admit to a certain scepticism about the idea of courgette soup, but it actually worked extremely well. I think I might try to locate the recipe.
After a gentle afternoon, during which the parents prepared the stuffing and listened to the carols from Kings while I sloped off to read, it was my turn to make supper. Somehow, over the years, we've built up a tradition that says that on Christmas Eve I have to make fondue while the others have some sort of nasty shop-bought fishy starter. It's not a great chore — fondue isn't much more than cheese dissolved in hot wine — but it's always a bit more difficult than normal when others are constantly asking when you're going to be finished or whether there is anything else you need.
In the end everything passed off more or less peacefully and my cooking seemed to be acceptable. Let's hope this is a good omen for things to come...
While my sister was wrapping up, I took a few photos of my new nephew. He was born towards the end of last month, a couple of weeks early so he's still pretty small for age, but that doesn't seem to have stopped him developing a hefty pair of lungs!
The uncle arrived in time for lunch: largely bread, cheese, and salad, but with a seriously good home-made courgette soup to start with. I have to admit to a certain scepticism about the idea of courgette soup, but it actually worked extremely well. I think I might try to locate the recipe.
After a gentle afternoon, during which the parents prepared the stuffing and listened to the carols from Kings while I sloped off to read, it was my turn to make supper. Somehow, over the years, we've built up a tradition that says that on Christmas Eve I have to make fondue while the others have some sort of nasty shop-bought fishy starter. It's not a great chore — fondue isn't much more than cheese dissolved in hot wine — but it's always a bit more difficult than normal when others are constantly asking when you're going to be finished or whether there is anything else you need.
In the end everything passed off more or less peacefully and my cooking seemed to be acceptable. Let's hope this is a good omen for things to come...
