You know it's Christmas when...You decide to cook a turkey for the first time in your life and think it would be a good idea to brine it. But there is no container large enough in the house to hold it except for the laundry hamper. Said hamper is diligently cleaned, then filled with oranges, onions, star anise, cloves, pepper balls, cinnamon sticks, honey, sugar, salt and all other manner of things to make a turkey succulent and tasty. Though once it's cooked, you can't really tell if the fancy brine has made a difference. And when the hamper is emptied (down the bathtub drain instead of directly into the septic tank), the cloves clog the pipes. But the turkey is delicious.
Also, you decorate. Even if only for a week. Strings of coloured stars from Ten Thousand Villages, strings of lights from MacCleod's True Value. A tree snipped from across the road adorned with all manners of decorations received and collected since birth. The Christmas Pickle, the East Coast lobster, Granddaughter's First Christmas, old sparkly silver balls, fairies, ballerinas, Pere Fouettards and mice. Many mice. Thankfully there's a sister to help.So merry Christmas to all. Whereever you are, whatever your traditions may be. Love the ones you're with, love the ones you miss.
Love,
meg
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