Food, glorious food

Today we nipped in to visit His grandmother, where in exchange for a bottle of something very alcoholic she gave us sweet things and small presents. His grandmother is as sharp as a tack in some ways, you just have to watch her at Christmas otherwise you get some very strange gifts. There was one spectacular year there where someone got a set of gaudy, glittery napkin rings shaped like butterflies. In fact it was right after that one started to buy one's own gift. It seems sensible... not to mention safer.

What you can rely on her for though is sweets and this year one got chocolate covered marzipan. Now, one could bore you insensate with an ode to that stuff, but for this one will just say that one likes it very much. Well is inordinately fond of the stuff might be closer to the truth. OK marzipan is the catnip of sweets to one small slave. The creamy, but firm texture, the sweet smell, the slightly sticky texture, the... ooops sorry blushes

Anyway after our visit there, we went to our Tuesday night vanillas for a more traditional (in this climate) Christmas time meal of ham, hot turkey, salads and hot rolls. That was followed at irregular intervals by rich chocolate cake, assorted snack food, mince pies and shortbread. All washed down with Champagne and Sauvignon Blanc from Marlborough in New Zealand. It was midnight when we tottered out of there... to drive home, crash into bed and pray that one of the bloody neighbours didn't have some new power tool they needed to try out first thing in the morning.

Mutters 'cos there is such a thing as too much sharing at Christmas L