Surreal Thursday: Christmas Memories
As the New Year approaches, Christmas retreats into a surreal memory. Well, this Christmas in particular featured a few surreal moments. Winter could not quite make its way here. There were dribs and drabs that melted, and as Christmas neared, we had December frost.
The yard reminded me more of some of my childhood Christmases growing up in Southern Ontario, but even those were not quite that green.
In spite of the delayed winter weather, Christmas did arrive,…. and our goose was cooked. Quite an experience preparing and then hacking, um carving it up. The stuffing, that included apricots and raisins that had been soaked in Loganberry wine, prunes, apples, currents and even some bread, went well with the bird. One well braised bird – the wine was very effective.
We had a good friend, who had provided the goose, join us. Our endeavours at carving were very amusing, and our other guests at the table, Don Quixote and Dulcinea, seemed to enjoy the quest for goose meat.
Well now just a memory, time to get ready for a New Year’s Eve promenade.
Happy New Year to all.