My Christmas
dinner:
When I got up this
morning, I said to myself that I would have a black chicken for my Christmas if
someone had left a comment urging me to. So it’s on your head, Shandy. Fred
says that they are not otherwise imported into the UK, and can only be eaten at
fancy restaurants in France. I do agree with you, Tamar, that a chicken is just
going to taste like a chicken, but we shall see. It will come with stuffing,
gravy, and a potato gratin. I have also ordered parsnips, and I will add
sprouts, maybe carrots, and cranberry sauce.
I will miss that
happy ten minutes at the beginning of Christmas dinner, when everybody is passing the “sides” to
everybody. Bread sauce was my husband’s must-have, as cranberry is mine. I’ll skip
the pudding and the brandy butter.
Thank you all for
bath suggestions. The last occupants of this flat were pretty old, too, and the
bath is provided with excellent hand-rails, which do make a difference. We have
a plastic stool which my husband used to use, when baths got difficult for him.
It would take away all the fun, not go get into the water, but I think I
may be past the stage of having fun in the bath. Another problem which must be
faced soon is a low shelf of some sort for the cats’ food, so that I don’t have
to bend all the way down to pick up their dishes. It’s no use being inspired by
Jan Morris and by my friend Sylvia. They can do it; I can’t.
And I made my
sourdough, all but the baking of it, which will be first thing tomorrow. It is
remarkable how instructions vary. I think I am beginning to get the hang of it,
but I still tend to cling to my original recipe. (“Always keep a hold of Nurse,
for fear of finding something worse.”) I didn’t make a levain this time. I had
fed my starter twice yesterday, with rye in the mixture, and this morning it
was raring to go and passed the float test with ease. So I just used it as-was.
All has gone well today – but one never really knows until one opens the oven
at the end.
I am well advanced
down the cuff of the first Evendoon sleeve.
I hope I’ll finish it this evening.
I finished my Evendoon — started November 20. This is Ivy in New Hampshire— google pretends it doesn’t know me. https://share.icloud.com/photos/05oJyeeS0dgFsTvEtClFBiXJw#Sugarbush_Resort
ReplyDeleteLove the picot edges!
DeleteCongratulation on a gorgeous knit.
What about a coffee table or something similar for the cats’ food? They’ll soon learn to jump up on it for their dinner!
ReplyDeleteI have seen black chickens (ready for the pot) in the markets in Chinatown in Manhattan. They are quite small and the skin is black! I did not try...and I cannot remember why.
ReplyDeleteYou sent off in search of bread sauce, Jean, as I never heard of it. I found this: https://www.npr.org/sections/thesalt/2016/12/23/505741097/eat-ye-bread-sauce-while-ye-may-brits-go-medieval-on-christmas-day
ReplyDeleteI agree with Moorecat about a coffee table. I used to feed my cats on the powder room vanity, because the dog was faster than they were at eating.
ReplyDeleteAnne C. in Bethesda, MD