We've been pretty good for food this year, halving our meat consumption and losing around a stone each in the last three months. Christmas Day, however, wasn't a day for restraint!
I knocked up some pancakes for my better half. The dark splashes in there are chocolate drops.
I decided that I'd treat myself to some bacon and a few slices of porked pie, both bought from a specialist shop rather than the cheap-and-cheerful supermarket variety. That's Heidi on the chair besides it. The food was safe because she knows that she might be offered a little bit (and she was) but not if she asks for it or tries to take any.
Our girls also get a special breakfast for Christmas and their birthdays.
We didn't get around to eating the main dinner until around 6pm. We had slightly different meals. Ronette has never gotten over being made to eat vegetables as a child, so her plate is bereft of them. We haven't had a roast since last Christmas and she really enjoys Yorkshire pudding, so her turkey, pigs and gammon were served inside a large one. She can't stand the taste or texture of potatoes, so the trick is to cube them very small. That way, they're small crunchy things that only taste of the goose fat and seasoning.
I'm a bit more conventional, with roasted carrots and parsnips. No Yorkshire pudding with mine, since I'm conscious of just how much it fills me up and I didn't want to have to leave anything.
I'm really pleased with how it turned out! The only downside was that the gravy was very watery, although its taste was strong. This was shop-bought stuff, so I would've expected better.
This was going to be the first Christmas Day on which I didn't have to retreat to the bedroom for a post-prandial sleep, which I'm putting down to feeling bloated from Yorkshire pudding in previous years. Unfortunately, man flu happened to coincide with finishing the meal, so I had to head to bed until the worst of it passed around midnight. I'm back to feeling sorry for myself with just a tickly cough and runny nose now.