IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAS!

[Hot Flatus]

Remember, you are under no pressure to feel happy at Christmas.

You can continue to hold grudges and plan revenge as normal

[Beardy]

We had chicken here, described by the lady of the house as the biggest chicken in Christendom. I question the veracity of the statement, but it was big. Lots left in-spite of feeding seven.

Just been out for a short constitutionally and the most difficult decision now is whether to have a glass of red or a glass of Brewdog.

[Pingu]

Which Brewdog?

[ElyDave]

which red?

It was salmon for me, very simply done in a hot pan, plenty of salt and pepper, crispy skin, and a barolo to wash it down with that did not overwhelm it.  The veggies had a nice pastry filled with a red wine, sausage, sage and chestnut filling, which was also good.  Chocolate fondants were well appreciated judging by the silence and rapidity of disappearance.  It may have been the boozy prunes in them.

[Beardy]

The red is a Pinot noir and the Brewdog an Punk IPA, although we have a selection pack of other BD available and there’s some Hobgoblin Ruby available as well. There are other wines as well, but only the Pinot is currently open.

[SteveC]

Late to this as usual.
We have had goose, with 'all the trimmings', plus a rather good Christmas pudding with clotted cream.
The current wine is an Italian red from our local-ish wine shop. It's rather nice, but I can't be bothered to go downstairs to check on what it's called.
We have had a quiet day, but that is our usual habit.

Merry Christmas! And may next year be kinder to us all.

[rafletcher]

We had a 5 o’clock linner or dunch, whatever. Slow roast pork shoulder, garlic and rosemary roast pots and honey roast parsnips, peas, carrots, sprouts and leeks sweated in butter. Oh, an ALL the crackling was edible.

Have a great festive season all.

[Mr Larrington]

Had to have a three-hour break 'twixt goose and Xmas pud.  Now incapable of movement.  Send crane.

[ian]

Strolled around the North Downs all day. Came back to eat cake and drink sherry. Talked to families. Just put the turkey in the oven. Drinking a Deya bitter. The porch, I fear is not cold enough for beer today so will revert to fridge. Listening to Middle Kids who quite splendidly don’t fucking care.

All pretty chilled really. Christmas dinner will be about 11pm though.

[SteveC]

Christmas dinner will be about 11pm though.

I thought we were late enough at seven! Enjoy!

[Basil]

This thread reminds me of a lovely expression.   "He's as thick as a boxing day poo "

[ian]

It might be 10.30pm if I get my act together and do a bit of oven Tetris with the other components.

Santa bought us another nine bottles of gin. We might need to move house to find room for the collection.

[Pingu]

Had to have a three-hour break 'twixt goose and Xmas pud.  Now incapable of movement.  Send crane.

Crane after goose? Are you mad 

[Mrs Pingu]

4 bottles of gin today. 2 of which are the last of the Eden Mill hop gin.

[ian]

10.30pm proved optimistic. But we have Cloudwater and Biig Piig.

[ian]

Done. Verdant and WILDES.

[quixoticgeek]

We had chicken here, described by the lady of the house as the biggest chicken in Christendom. I question the veracity of the statement, but it was big. Lots left in-spite of feeding seven.

Just been out for a short constitutionally and the most difficult decision now is whether to have a glass of red or a glass of Brewdog.

Well that's an obvious one. The red. Life's too short for unoriginal beer...

I had planned to spend the whole weekend cycling, but my knee gave out. Having found myself with an empty day, I invited my ex over. We baked a couple of cakes, and roasted a beef fillet I happened to have in the fridge marinading in a peppercorn marinade. Served with crispy roast potatoes, runner beans cooked in bacon, broccoli, and gravy. All followed by xmas pud. Due to poor planning dinner was finally served at 2050.

J