Showing posts with label brandy sauce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label brandy sauce. Show all posts

Friday, 18 December 2015

Bah Humbug! It's December, again - 7 more days to go

One week to go ...


The home straight as some might say. But we are not in a race. Or are we? Surely, not? I feel like I am under starter's orders. 

And, they're off. 

It's the turkey in the middle, closely followed by the roast potatoes with rosemary, and the little sausages making a dash for it.

Fast coming up on the left flank are the carrots and are those turnips or parsnips? hard to tell, they're moving so fast. 

Oh, my gosh, but look, the turkey is stumbling over the gravy boat. Oh my goodness, the turkey is stuck, it's wallowing in the bread sauce.

Is it all over?

The mince pies are going to pieces over a glass of milk.

It looks like it's all over.

And, what's that? Just look at those peas, rolling around in the mint. Well, have you every seen anything like it?

The Brussels sprouts seem to be stinking everyone out, which means the Christmas lunch is all but stuffed. 

Definitely, all over.

But, no. Wait.

No, it's a rank outsider, the Christmas pudding and brandy sauce is coming fast into view and there we have it. Christmas pudding, ridden by brandy sauce is the clear winner for the day.

Whatever didn't run, will be for dinner tonight.


Last day of school for the year - which is a relief as it means I might just get another 30 minutes in bed in the morning, before the cats decide to wake me.

So, for teachers and pupils everywhere, I dedicate this little poster of Christmas nouns that I have used this month to bring a Christmas theme to learning grammar.

(© Christmas Nouns, Sarah Froggatt 2015)

If you would like a properly scanned in copy in pdf, then you will need to contact me ...


And, as I cannot be bothered to write anything else today, as I have too much reading to do ...  here's the next installment of down the chimney ...


DOWN THE CHIMNEY ©

 My brother went to fetch a stool,

To reach the poor old fool,

While mother clapped her hands with glee

And went to make some tea.


Dad tugged and tugged at Santa’s cape,
To help old Nick escape,
But the cloth just ripped off in his hand,
Not really quite as planned.


Oh, goodness, Bah Humbug and double Bah Humbug.





Tuesday, 17 December 2013

The Ninth Day Before Christmas - Bah Humbug

Bah Humbug, it's 16th December, the countdown continues. I have a Christmas pudding now. I suppose I should make a list of what food I need to purchase for making lunch. What a tedious task. Maybe I should just order pizza instead?

Growing up, I remember a tradition, supposedly, it dates back to Medieval times. Households made their Christmas pudding on the 25th Sunday after Trinity. It was made with 13 different ingredients, to represent the 12 Apostles and every member of the family would stir the bowl - it had to be in right to left (East to West) direction to signify the 3 Kings and their journey.


In junior school the cook brought out a huge bowl for all the children to stir in turn.


I never took much notice of all that, it was just nice to stir a Christmas pudding and get a handful of dried fruit to much on.






BAH HUMBUG, for all those Year 7 Science Students at Nexus International School Singapore, who have been looking at the science of food this term, here is Heston Blumenthal's Hidden Orange Christmas Pudding.

Now to make some of my mother's custard-like brandy sauce (forget the butter), while I sing a song about Christmas pudding:

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.


Always struck me as a bit of a bossy Christmas song / carol. Bah Humbug!