Friday, January 04, 2008
Monday, December 24, 2007, 12.17pm
The girls and I hung around first, talking to other parishioners. Visited the nativity scene.
Oh my. I'm blabbering. Again. Anyway. We spent the first few hours of Christmas drinking tea and eating cake. I told Sister Maureen about my 10 pounds (weight wise, not price wise) turkey which I was going to attempt to roast later in the day. I told Jak I was going to stuff minced beef into my turkey and he looked horrified. Gareth was afraid for my turkey too. Fr Anthony, in one of his random moments, called me Posh Spice. Frankly I was flattered I looked posh enough to be called Posh. He himself is Old Spice. Di is Baby Spice. Eunice is Strange Spice. Perhaps because Eunice laughs funny. I do not know. Van, you MUST ask him what Spice you are when you get back. He's hilarious.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 11.33am
I was in the kitchen, my hands underneath the skin of ze turkey, which was previously left to soak overnight in brine and citrus. I was rubbing butter underneath the skin, and placed the fresh sage, thyme and rosemary. Because Jamie Oliver said so. What you do is you make a slit and try to move your hands around underneath the skin, in between the fat layer and the meat itself. I was so fascinated because I've never thought of it. Jamie is so clever.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 3.48pm
Eunice and Michelle were hungry. I caught them slicing pieces off the herb roasted pork I just took out of the oven. Better the pork than the turkey. They tried to wheedle some turkey wing/drumstick/any part of turkey but I refused to let them curi makan. I let them eat the left over brownie with ice cream though. I felt very grown up then.
"Kemummy-an Daphne menjelma." -- KC
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 4.45pm
Alfred, who left for Aberdeen for Christmas, called. Eunice, Di and I made him jealous by telling him all the fun stuff we were doing, He wished he was here.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 5.10pm
Vasan called. "I'm so proud of you, Daphne. Michelle told me about the turkey and everything. I wish I was there. Have a blessed Christmas. I love you, take care."
If you know Vasan, you would know how much I appreciated his approval then. After all, he was my big critic when we used to cook together back in '05. He's so fussy in the kitchen. You know, the type that insists you chop garlic the right way. You GOOSE!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 6.45pm
Crap. The first of the guests arrived. My hair was still wet and in a state of disarray after the shower and I was still coating the chocolate banana with nuts. I had to be fast, I had to roll the banana around in the nut bowl before the chocolate sauce sets, else they wouldnt stick. I served the appetisers. Cheese crackers with brie, bacon bits and olive. Multitask, woman, multitask.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 7.30pm
I managed to not look like a mad woman who just spent the whole day cooking.
But, what's this? I said dinner is served but no one was eating yet. 'Cos everyone was busy taking pictures of everything. Or was it because the turkey was not carved yet?
I can be many things, but I'm definitely not a turkey carver. Not without having hair plastered all over my face anyway. How the heck do you remain poised when carving ? I felt very much like taking the turkey to kitchen counter, cleaver in hand, and chop my way through.
Anyway, for the main dishes, I made egg and mushroom casserole, roast pork served with tangy sweet sauce, rocket salad with chicken and mussel bits and sunflower seeds, and the turkey. Joyce made yummy roast spuds and veges, as well as whisky laced haggis & tatties.
Yep, you saw right. We even had place cards, painstakenly made by Mini Mei & Selene.
And please could I show you a picture of my roast pork. I loved it. I was a bit apprehensive but it turned out superb. I got many people asking for the recipe for the sauce. The secret: malt vinegar and brown sugar. In critical proportions. Jak loved everything. "You're a great cook, man." I was naturally pleased. He was worried that I mess up the turkey the night before and everything, remember?
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 8.50pm
Ooh. The nutty chocolate banana was yummy. I didnt eat my brownie-based chocolate trifle.
Wednesday, December 25, 2007, 11.07pm
Battle of the 90's hits began, 'cos we ran out of Christmas songs to sing. I dont want to close my eyes I dont want to fall asleep 'cos I miss you baby and I dont want to miss a thing.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 12.30
Another glass of eggnog downed. Ooh, my, the whisky and rum tastes strong.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 3.30am
I was tired. Those who were still at the party singing softly now. Or conversing. I made tea.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 5am
Except for the one who stayed over, the remainder of the guests finally left. I slept.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 6.45am
I slept, didn't I? 'Cos I sure felt like I didnt. By 7.10am, I was in the Next store in Buchanan Galleries, shopping. It was dark when I left home for the Boxing Day sales, and it was dark when I got home.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 6.30pm
Gareth called. He was wondering whether we could make it to the movies that night before we were to part for the New Year. By then we were dead tired so, no. He asked how was my turkey, and I asked him how was Sister Maureen's turkey (Sr Maureen cooked Christmas dinner for the boys, as she affectionately calls them olde priests.) He was going back to Wales the next day for the New Year. Before we hang up, I said happy birthday, Gareth. He said, thank you, Daphne, I'll see you soon, we'll hang out, yeah? We hanged up. I still do not know what to do sometimes. They should write a book on etiquette when your friend is a seminarian.
Then, I dozed off.
And that, was how my Christmas was like, Mom. And Dad was right. The experience was one of a kind.