And how are you all today? Ready for the annual festival celebrating new hope and over-indulgence?
Or is that Easter?
Anyway, it’s getting close now – only a week away.
Shopping to do…
Shelf elves to coerce…
Frantic buying of reindeer food.
Batman psyching himself up for comments about his personal hygiene.
And of course, trying to remember the actual words to Christmas Carols and not the versions that involve the three kings and various forms of automotive transport.
But this year is going to be interesting in the Everyday household. As you know, my vampire constitution, despite being ox-like, means that eating/drinking animal products is a no/no.
This is why vampires in the movies stick to blood – it’s just easier.
That’s just plain lazy if you ask me. I know you didn’t. But those ones are fictional, so I can be a bit cheeky if I want.
And I want.
Back in the day, I’m guessing finding suitable food – or any food – might have been tricky, but these days we’re spoilt for choice. Need to find something dairy/gluten/sugar-free? There’s an app for that.
But finding it back then? Here’s your turnip, madam. Boxes ticked.
Ah! This Christmas. Right. That’s where I was. Yes. This year, Christmas is going to be a bit different. And Christmas dinner will be unrecognisable.
The hubster has gone vegan. He made the change when he did Veganuary – in February. It was only going to be a month until he looked into it a bit further…
It makes my life a lot easier, I can tell you! Nothing in the fridge, freezer, bathroom can now send my vampire immune system into overdrive.
But Christmas dinner this year? No cooking two different meals.
When does the whole turkey thing come from anyway?
Blame Henry VIII.
He started it. Normally beef or chicken would be eaten, but farmers needed the cows for milk and the chickens for eggs. Did you know that over 80% of humans believe that Christmas wouldn’t be the same without turkey? I don’t think anybody asked the turkeys.
If you watch/read/listen to A Christmas Carol, the Cratchits have a goose, while Scrooge spoils them with a massive turkey. Thanks to old King Turkey Leg Henry, Turkey became the thing that rich people ate. Goose was for the impoverished masses. But nowadays, I’ve noticed that turkey is considered a bit meh amongst humans. Onwards and outwards with different, better birds, it seems. Goose seeming to be a particular favourite.
Except for turducken.
I don’t know how anyone can eat something that has ‘turd’ as its first syllable.
So the whole point of the Cratchits being so poor that they can only afford a goose is a bit lost on modern audiences/readers.
Therefore, is turkey the be-all-and-end-all of a Christmas dinner? Apparently not.
I think we’re having some kind of plant-based roast, with all the trimmings. Stuffing (it’s bread, herbs, onion – nothing dodgy there). Pigs in blankets – now there, there will be a concession. But it’s still just (meat-free) sausages wrapped in (meat-free) bacon. Sprouts (I love ’em, the hubster hates them), carrots, cabbage, peas (did you know peas are a good source of protein?) and of course… roast potatoes.
Actually, just give me a plateful of them babies with some gravy and you probably won’t see me until Boxing Day. The trick is to use floury potatoes that, when they’re boiled, get kind of crumbly on the outside. Once you’ve drained them, rough ’em up a bit by shiggling the pan. Put a couple of spoonfuls of oil in a roasting pan and heat it up. I like rice bran oil, but anything with a high smoking point works.
Then put the potatoes in when the oil is hot, get ’em coated and blast them in the oven for about 30 minutes. Basically however long it takes to get them all golden and crusty and now I’m starting to drool.
Anyway, on that note, I’m off to find a mince pie or piece of stollen. I’m hungry.
What will be on your table this Christmas? I’d love to know!