There’s no place like home for the holidays
Sunrise this morning
Today was/is the first day of my festive holiday and, as the photo (taken from our bedroom window) to the right shows, it has been a cold one. I was out in it for a while doing a wee bit shopping and as seems to be the norm now I was dressed as though for a winter hillwalk. We haven’t had any fresh snow for a few days but the temperatures have never got anywhere near being above zero so it remains deepish, crisp and increasingly uneven.
On the other hand I have more or less had the house to myself today so I’ve been able to read the paper, catnap and pick some geetar to my heart’s content. As I type there is a chicken roasting in the oven and I’ll wander through soonish and get the rest of the meal sorted. The chicken will feed us for a couple of days and the stock, which I’ll prepare tonight, will be used on Christmas day to keep a leg of lamb moist while it is roasting.
I have no idea what I’ll do tomorrow but Friday will include a trip to the shops for last minute groceries and then the important ritual of making the mince pies while sipping rum and dry ginger. I usually have a festive musical accompaniment for this but this year I’m tempted by a Frank Zappa/Captain Beefheart bootleg which I’ve just downloaded. If nothing else it will guarantee that I have the kitchen to myself.
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