No pictures, too busy cooking together, then eating together then chatting, then eating again and so it went. The main meat was ham, so there will be leftovers for sandwiches and maybe soup.
Handsome Son came through so well, provided all his share, and we had a lovely array of food, all simple, all good. Ham, mustard, snap peas, corn, roasted mushrooms and potato dice, then Dutch cookies and chocolate Santas in foil all if which I've smoothed out for some reason I haven't figured out. Probably to make something. And there was ginger ale and eggnog.
The other day, talking about making, I was recycling a box and found a lovely small piece of corrugated cardboard, which I promptly set aside thinking that will make a nice little loom.
And burst out laughing. Who else but a maker would instantly see a bit of cardboard as a tool?
Back to Christmas and Handsome Son, he was intrigued by the bergamot bowls and handled them, surprised how sturdy they are now they're dried and ready to decorate tomorrow.
They're very tough and sound like pottery when you rap on them.
As you see they'll work better as bowls. The ones on the left fit one over the other but the lid almost covers the base, so that isn't a good fit. And the color has darkened to orange.
I still have two lemons to go, so I can apply what I've learned to them. One great discovery I made was that when you take them off the molds, there's a rush of lemon scent, wonderful.
Next I decorate the outside, stay tuned, but leave the inside so as to keep the lemon scent going.
About going, the cactus put out one rather feeble blossom, almost withered before it opened, on Christmas Eve.
She's doing her best but doesn't feel too well.
After Handsome Son left with his share of the leftovers, after he'd finished playing with a game on my Advent calendar, I fell asleep, combination of food, sugar and activity.
Then the evening was about receiving more greetings and embarking on my Christmas gift to me, an R F Delderfield saga, A Horseman Riding By.
Its about a young man wounded in the Boer War who returns to England where he's inherited a scrap metal company, but has a preference for a country life. That's as far as I've got, but I think this will be great reading over the next couple of days which promise a snowstorm.
And when I needed to rest my eyes, I listened to a seasonal audiobook.
An oldie, but good. The English narrator has a wonderful voice and delivery and the worst pronunciation of American place names ever! He just plunges at them, very funny. But who's counting.
Happy day everyone, I hope your day, Christmas or Thursday, went well.
