Thank goodness and everything or anyone you and I might believe in, Christmas came and went without a hitch. I promised myself I wouldn’t worry too much about it but in reality J and I spent the best part of the week before feeling sick about the whole thing. At one point I even thought I had some sort of stomach ulcer. Part of it was my fault I’m sure – but looking back I cannot see what was all the fuss about the cooking, since I spent two days prepping everything beforehand. But you see, it was not all about the cooking. Anyhoooo, everything turned out just fine.
Non-lovers of dried fruit look away now. Before pointing a finger at you, please let me tell you that I have the other four pointing at me. Yes. Me. I remember hating any form of dried fruit even as a child. And sultanas and raisins were a fiend. The real enemy though was and still is candied peel. I always say that if James Martin ever asks me (not that he ever will btw) what’s my food hell, that would be my answer. Absolutely revolting stuff.