Christmas day is over. Peace has descended over our poor home. When our guests had left SO collapsed behind our front door, while I grabbed hold of the stairs. We were dead. How did we get to that point?
The morning was filled with preparations. Both food and arrangement of the tables. The table looked really quite impressive and we did get a lot of compliments because of it. My dress was a good one too, but the really cracker and success was outside. It was our blow up Santa Claus. The balloon is just under 2.5m in height. We tied it to the front fence. In the wind it seems to be waving to everybody. We’d barely put it up and we got comments from people in the neighbourhood (fun!) and the first tourists came over to be photographed with it. Everybody loved it.
My in-laws arrived first. My MIL clogged up a bit when she saw me wearing a brooch she’d given me (family heirloom). Shortly after they were followed by my parents, my brother, his GF and their combined three kids (10, 11 and 14). Immediately a sound bomb exploded in the house. Noise everywhere. My poor brother was off colour. He’d spent half the night throwing up, so he was feeling a bit poorly, but he was there.
We started off unwrapping gifts. I was glad to see that the boys loved the puzzles we bought them. Little less happy that the eldest managed to get his rather difficult one sorted within 20 minutes. Everybody was happy with what they got and we got off to a cheerful start. The boys obviously were more often than not upstairs watch TV, playing on the laptops and the playstation (we’d hidden SO’s shooting-everybody games) and really apart from noisy they were sweet as and no problem. Possibly because we simply let them be.
We started with a DIY starter thing. We had several kinds of base (dark rye bread, toast, witloof etc) then spreadable (creme fraiche, cream cheese, hummus, pesto) and topping (roast pepper, salmon egg, salmon slices, shrimp, olive) and everybody could make their own favourites with it. Great success with the adults, not kiddie stuff.
Then there was a spinach/chicken soup. As my eldest nephew said, sure tasted better than it looked (kids are in the allergy to green stuff stages). A starter with salmon, shrimp and cocouilles made by mum and dad, I’d made the little bread rolls. We decided then to skip the amuse with lemon icecream as people were already pretty stuffed. We got to the main course; Three types of rolled roast, mushroom bake, three veg mousse terrine, peas, red potato, potato mash, two sauces, gravy, fries (for the boys). This was the course for my dad. We did not hear a peep for 15 minutes from that corner. He loved it and the boys were eating like it was going out of style. Dessert was creme brulee with mandarin sorbet and a chocolate stick. Then coffee and a almond paste christmas ring (traditional), chocolates and small meringues.
We made the icecream, bread creme brulee, soup and terrine ourselves. The rest was bought or half prepared. This way it was doable for us to cook for 11. So this is how we ended up exhausted once our guests had left. 🙂 Boxing day is for sleeping in and relaxing only!