Well, the big day has arrived at last. Cup of tea for breakfast, don't get any further than that as I have to venture out to borrow an electric beater from a neighbour because mine is making a noise but nothing is happening. I knew that smell it was giving off last time I used it to beat the cream meant its days were numbered.
Chook goes in the oven, then out for short Christmas morning community church service, kids get to 'show and tell' their presents which is a bit of fun. Back to prepare lunch, which motors along surprisingly calmly with no disasters, accompanied by the Melbourne Christmas Eve Carols by Candlelight repeat TV broadcast in the background. When you don't attempt all those delicious looking concoctions from the Christmas recipes which vow and declare can be whipped up in minutes, even if they do have twenty ingredients, most of which are never staples in anyone's pantry, you can be assured of success. Accustomed to cooking for one, staging Christmas dinner for eight is quite an undertaking for me, but all goes well. Friends bring ham and drinks, chook tastes great, even the gravy isn't lumpy, made sure of that by getting the instant stuff. Funny how you can make perfect gravy and custard at the drop of a hat, until you have guests.
Games of Bananagrams and Doodlebugs amongst dessert and continued grazing through the afternoon, lots of fun and noise, finished off with a lazy evening in front of the TV. Missed the news which was probably a good thing, don't really want to find out what awful things are happening around the world on this day of all days when I would love peace to permeate the planet even for a short time.
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