A feast needs a main event. At home in Sydney a festive dining experience would involve one of two centre pieces. There could be a ham, cross hatched and glazed with a sticky coat of orange and mustard. Or there could be a pink fish, barbecued and packed with herbs and lemon. When a British […]
Christmas
There are few more pleasant sights than that of your spouse lugging a Christmas tree home, slung confidently over a sturdy shoulder. It’s the rugged manliness coupled with a sensitivity to tradition. It leaves little room for you to do anything other than chirp up with with things like ‘watch out for the black ice […]
My kitchen smells like hard liquor. I finally feel like a real live grown up. This is the first year I’ve made my own Christmas puddings. I’ve been carried by the goodwill of others for far too long. Growing up the puddings were the domain of the elder matriarchs of the clan. My diminutive-of-size-but-not-of-spirit English […]
Since the 23 of December I’ve put on more than a kilo a week. Looking back over the last couple of weeks, there are a few events which may have a causal relationship with the figure that’s now blinking up from my digital scales. Christmas Eve Feast with the Brady Bunch extended clan. A great […]