My regular readers over the years will know that Christmas Eve is a pretty special time for me. You could say I celebrate Christmas twice. Once traditionally, due to my Latvian heritage, on Christmas Eve. Then again on Christmas Day.
This year has been a bit of a strange one for me. I have felt a little displaced to be honest. Mum and Dad have moved up to Sunny Queensland, and it was not on the cards this year to be up there for Christmas Eve. Plus they decided to go on a cruise. So we will celebrate together, on their return, on the 29th of December.
Until my Grandmother passed away we celebrated Christmas Eve with relatives. It was one massive get together, which I loved. Unfortunately over the years we have all gone our separate ways and celebrate differently. I will be quite honest, I miss those get togethers.
So this year I was thrown for a major loop. To speak frankly, it was a case of “what the fuck am I going to do?”. It was just the three of us, not that there is anything wrong with that, but that isn’t how I have spent Christmas Eve for the past 42 years of my life.
There was one major option that sprang to my mind. No traditional meal. Head to the pub and watch a mates band, Spurs for Jesus, at their annual Christmas Eve bash? Something I have never been able to do in the past. A new tradition? Couldn’t do it, as much as I enjoy their music and the antics of Rev K D Twang, just not Christmas Eve to me.
So what do to do , what to do?
As a lot of you would know, we lost an incredible woman this year, my mother in law, Yvonne. Why not invite my Father in law (FIL) over to have a special meal with us, stay the night and share in tired Christmas morning present giving? Yes, a plan was born.
As I type this, Mac is watching Ocean’s 13 on the projector while I try to sort out which snore is Sally’s and which is my FIL’s, coming from the lounge. So all in all it has been a good evening.
How did we chow down for Christmas Eve? Let me share with you. Pictures do speak louder than words.
To start we had a good old fashioned prawn cocktail, topped with roe and chives. Chopped prawns were mixed through a zesty cocktail sauce, with a larger one on the side for pizzazz. To accompany that we had oysters with gin and lemon dressing, from my oysters three ways recipes.
The main event, was butterflied turkey filled with stuffing of pistachios, cranberries and prosciutto. I placed a generous amount of butter which had been mixed with orange zest and thyme under the skin. Oh wow, so so moist and tasty!
Dessert was a simple affair of freshly baked Portuguese style festive tarts. Light and flaky puff pastry tart filled custard and a dollop of fruit mince. Topped with almonds and a dusting of icing sugar. They were better than I thought they would be, Mac ate three!
Wishing you all a very merry and safe Christmas. Filled with festive food and the ones you love.
After a massive day it is time for bed. Just need to put some cookies out for Santa and a Portuguese tart for Rudolph. I always imagined Rudolph to be a foodie, why, not sure. With that nose, one would think he would be a wine connoisseur.
Massive hugs, merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.