Back home, and after the quick introductions, I checked on how Dawn had done with her tasks and took back control over the kitchen. For the next hour I alternated between the living room where we all unwrapped our stocking stuffers (Dad and George also did their gifts from us), and the kitchen where I fought with a hot oven and my own tight time schedule to dish out all the food piping hot and to everyone's satisfaction.
As Christmas dinners go, even if say it myself, it went down a treat. The turkey was tasty, the roast potatoes were nice and crispy, the parsnips sweet and tasty, and the home made Cumberland pork sausage stuffing balls a delight. Even the Yorkshire puddings came out perfect, and Brady enjoyed the brussels sauteed with pancetta and pecans. Normally Brady doesn't like, let alone eat, brussels.
With the main course out of the way, we shared a British tradition, opening half a dozen Christmas crackers, each of us dressed with a mixture of headgear ranging from paper crowns to Heidi hat and reindeer antlers. Dawn even had the red nose, too.
To finish the meal, I dished up a plate of Christmas pudding, mince pies and whipped cream. I can tell you, whipping the double cream by hand was nearly my undoing. I felt like I was running on fumes already, in addition to feeling crap.
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