Showing posts with label Christmas vegetables. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas vegetables. Show all posts

Monday, 22 December 2014

BAH HUMBUG! It's December again - only 3 more days to go!

Bah Humbug. It's 22nd December and there are only 3 more days before I have to get up early and cook a massive lunch that will send everyone to sleep.

Vegetables to peel, vegetables to roast, a bird to roast, stuffing to make, gravy, and then the Christmas pudding and mince pies that don't have meat in them.

Precision organisation is required. What a bore!


So, in the true spirit of Bah Humbug, I have decided to outsource the cooking and pre-preparation - not necessarily the healthiest of options as I cannot control what goes into what, but nevertheless an easier option and cheaper than going to a restaurant.

Funny how most restaurants tend to get the Uber disease at this time of the year. Rather like those $99.99 cherries in the supermarket.

Frozen roast potatoes and sweet potatoes.  Who cares if they taste like cardboard?


Fresh parsnips that my helper calls white carrots, will need peeling and preparing. So be it.

Broccoli and carrots - these have to be fresh - frozen stuff is just mushy.

Stuffing - thank you Jamie Oliver.

Cranberry sauce - thank you Wilkin & Sons.

Turkey - no legs and wings, because no one eats then and I think the cats are quite fat enough this year. Roasted by the supermarket - thank you Cold Storage. All that will be needed is a whizz in the oven to warm it up on the day.

Gravy - easy, a few lightly sautéed shallots and some chicken stock.

No Christmas pudding as no one eats it apart from me, so maybe I shall make a rich chocolate cake tomorrow - not rich in the sense of having lots of money, but rich because it has copious amounts of dark chocolate melted in to it.

A sliver of smoked salmon, a morceau of pate de fois gras de canard, some cheeses and mini pizzas (thank you Waitrose, you allowed me to be lazy) for those who really do not want to eat turkey and vegetables.

Perhaps I may manage a lie in on Christmas Day?

Probably not.

BAH HUMBUG!


Friday, 19 December 2014

Bah Humbug. It's December again - only 6 days to Christmas!

Bah Humbug, it's 19th December.

Last day of the school term and only 6 days until Christmas. How can 19 days have just disappeared like that?

Good job I have been organised and written a check list.

Turkey - ordered - tick 

Ridiculous amounts of mince pies, stollen, mini Christmas pudding (as no one ever eats it apart from me!), chocolate biscuits - purchased, in the fridge - tick 

Vegetables - list compiled, and it does not include Brussels sprouts! - tick  

Table cloth, napkins and decoration for the table - a semi-sort of tick 

Christmas gifts wrapped - tick - apart from the stray ones that suddenly turned up last night 

Signs and directions for Santa for leaving gifts - tick 

(Although it looks like the penguin is explaining that cook books with roasted birds on the front are not such a great idea)

Ah, last night, now I remember - we had Carol singers complete with Santa hats.

In all the years I have lived in Singapore this is only the third time anyone has visited me and how could we refuse when they were collecting for building a school in Kerala, India.

As my eldest son said as they finished, 'I wish the world was filled with more people like you.'

And they sang the bossy Christmas Carol!

We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

So, bring us some figgy pudding, 
So, bring us some figgy pudding
So, bring us some figgy pudding and bring it right here.

Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

And we won't go until we've got some, 
And we won't go until we've got some, 
And we won't go until we've got some, so bring some out here.

Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
Glad tidings we bring for you and your kin,
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Maybe there are other people out there who like Christmas pudding like me?



BAH HUMBUG
Get singing Christmas Carols and make someone's day!

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Bah Humbug. It's December again - 9 more days to Christmas

Bah Humbug, it's 16th December,.

And so the countdown continues. 9 more days to Christmas. 

Better fatten a turkey or a goose or something. 

I forgot to buy a Christmas pudding, but no one eats that here as the weather is too hot. Another tradition that I shall have to forego.

Talking of which, sprouts. Yes, sprouts. Those nasty little bundles of green cabbage-like stuff that smell like farts and give you gas. As if it wasn't enough that they smell like what comes out of the other end after eating.

I really detest them, not enough to stand on a soap box and demand that they be banned, but enough that I am rather thankful not to have Christmas with any of my immediate family who always insist on serving them.

Countless dinner times ended up with me being locked in the dining room, a plate of sprouts, or asparagus (that I rather like now), or the kidney bits in steak and kidney pie lying on a plate congealing into cold. All because I refused to eat what essentially created an allergic reaction in my mouth. Even the appearance of the spider's-web encrusted coal shovel could not entice me.

What is it about sprouts that makes us eat them at Christmas? They are reported to be the most hated vegetable in the UK and the US and the UK seems to grow more of them than anywhere else. I know there are many recipes out there from chefs famous and not so famous, all claiming to make the sprout tasty - but I simply cannot do it. Steam them, fry them, bake them, roast them, pour copious amounts of butter and honey over them - which sort of defeats the purpose of a healthy vegetable and annoys the bees - but I still simply cannot do it.

What is it about Brussels sprouts?


Sprouts, or correctly, Brussels sprouts are a member of the cabbage family, they are the sprout at the end of the stalk. Believed to date back to Roman times - gosh, then they should be called Roman sprouts, they began to be grown widely in Belgium and around Brussels in the 16th Century and that's how they got their name. I can't help thinking that the Romans may have used their powers for ammunition when they ran out of everything else ...

That leads very conveniently into the fact that they stink, not just smell, they pong! The excuse is that they stink when they are overcooked - you should only steam them for 5 minutes, but pick up a bag of uncooked Brussels and take a whiff! They smell.

The stench comes from something called,  glucosinolate sinigrin, a sulfurous compound that is supposed to fight cancer. OK so they are good for you. And the Chinese doctors prescribe them for digestive upsets. OK so they keep you going.

Brussels sprouts are packed with Vitamin C (more than an orange, but then again, most fruits have more vitamin C than an orange, we've just been media-hoodwinked into believing oranges = vitamin C). They also have a few other letters as well, Vitamin A (good for eyesight, so are carrots and they don't stink), and Vitamin K, but per 100g fresh parsley, basil and watercress all have more vitamin K than sprouts. I know which I prefer.

Ah ha! but wait, that vitamin K thing is not too good if you eat too much of it and you have high blood pressure, it can act as a clotting agent.

So there is a downside.

Which makes me wonder why a Swedish man, Linus Urbanec would even consider eating 31 Brussels sprouts in a minute just to get into the Guinness Book of World Records in 2008.

Gosh I am glad I wasn't in the same room as him.

As a parting shot - no pun intended, I leave your with a Spike Milligan Poem:

Norrington Blit,
Ate aught but grit,
Aught but grit and mussels,
Save for a bag of sprouts from Brussels,
Or was it Oldham?

BAH STINKY HUMBUG! 

There'll be no Brussels sprouts on my table this Christmas.


Foods high in Vitamin K


11 Things about Brussels sprouts



Photo of Brussels sprouts by Zsuzsanna Kilian of Budapest, (http://www.freeimages.com/profile/nkzs)
Photoshopped by me.