Just spent a day Christmas shopping. Whilst lying in bed reading the news on the (crappy) Samsung tablet (why didn’t I get an i-Pad) it suddenly dawned on me that if I didn’t get off my arse and go shopping today then I wasn’t going to get another chance. And that wouldn’t do. A lot of disappointed sproglets, and don’t even get me started on the wife’s reaction.
So I went right on in to town. Battled the hoards. The squealing brats with their uncouth parents smoking fags and swearing at each other. Sulky youths trudging around. But I did it. I purchased things for about 10 people. It is done. No more! And to celebrate I created this sumptious creation – courtesy of my favourite Hairy Bikers!
I’m sitting here in my happy little bubble because I just found out that Christmas is cancelled. Apparently baby Jesus wasn’t born on the 25th December. It’s been discovered by scientists that the real date was the 25th November so we all missed it and can now look forward to…another day and I don’t really now what that is; I’ll get back to you. Bah humbug.
But not wanting to be a spoilsport I thought I’d share a nice dinnertime solution that you could, should you so wish, prepare for the family on the completely benign, no-different-to-any-other-day 25th December.
I have, like so many things, created Salmon en croute before, but this time I used two whole sides of salmon. A lot of salmon.
This is my Christmas present to myself. I will report back on what it was like though…
This will be destroyed on Boxing Day…