Just up the road is this house. People stop and the children jump out. The Santa Claus moves and waves and says "Ho ho hooo!" in a tinny voice. The stars flicker epileptically from red to green, and I can't believe the trouble they have gone to. My son tells me the local electricity supplier have sponsored half of a Hamilton street's electricity bill over Christmas. What next? KFC? 'Sex in the City?' Oh, that's right, NZ already has them.
We, on the other hand, have a decorated Bedhead this year because I was too stingy to buy a Christmas tree, and it was discovered while de-cluttering the spare room.
You can see it in the background in this typically relaxed Christmas Day scene in our lounge:
In the meantime the darling Shaver Brown end-of lay girls that I picked up yesterday are hard at work outside, and excepting one, have already laid an egg each today.
Well, time to go and stuff a duck.
My Nanna's stuffing: Mix all together soft breadcrumbs, finely chopped bacon, softly cooked chopped onions, chopped fresh sage, salt and pepper. Add beaten egg and milk enough to moisten mixture and make sure you make enough to bake some separately in an oven-proof dish as it is very popular.
I forgot to say to say that Nanna always cooked the bacon in rather a lot of butter and put it all in. And very nice it was too. but if you are conscious of your sat fat intake, use a polyunsat oil.
ReplyDeleteBedstead? What about the bedhead??? Is that really dreadlocks in curlers?????
ReplyDeleteInquiring minds want to know but progressive (lenses) aging prevents clarity in this (tiny) photo.
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bacon? butter? ohhhhh those would be my two favorite things to put in my mouth! I wish you were cooking my Christmas dinner!
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