CHRISTMAS 2008: DH OVERINDULGE SHOCK HORROR
A Dos Hermanos Christmas normally consists of working until the 24th, a quick dash to Neal’s Yard to pick up an unfeasibly large amount of cheese and a Mrs King’s Pork Pie (there’s always one of those), another dash to get the hire car and then a blast up the M1 to see our relatives in the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire and a return soon after the day itself. This year was a bit different.
HS is now self-employed which seems to entail doing some writing then watching endless reruns of the Hairy Bikers (“It’s Christmas, Si”, “It is, Dave”). All part of his research, of course. Me, I’m still a hired hand but the company I work for said I could take a couple of weeks off - they asked me if I knew what supernumerary meant. I’m not sure but it doesn’t sound nice.
Anyway, the end result was we could spend a longer period up North which meant, inter alia and bien sûr a lot more eating opportunities (let’s face it apart from avoiding thick-lipped, patronising, southern mockneys there isn’t a great deal to do in Rotherham).
Highlights were many: our father’s kebabs cooked on a kebab machine I bought him a few Christmases ago, the Cheese, that Pork Pie - a behemoth that we struggled to finish. There were cocktails too. Baba had requested I bring a rudimentary cocktail kit with me so HS and I took turns to make Martinis, Manhattans, Mint Juleps and Mojitos.
The Christmas meal wasn’t bad either. As the morning was spent quaffing Champagne and eating Smoked Salmon at my Sister’s I went for something that would cook relatively quickly. Stuffed Partridges were accompanied by some Potatoes roasted in Goose fat, Pork, Sage and Chestnut Stuffing balls and the usual array of veg. My Brother-in-law supplied a homemade Pudding which was light in texture and fantastically toothsome. There might have been some more Cheese, glasses of Port and Mince Pies (expertly made by our Hermana and very moreish) there as well.
All too soon our mini-break was over and we had to return to London. Happier ? Certainly. Heavier ? Well let’s say the car had to labour that little bit harder on the return journey.