I love Christmas. From the start of December I have spent my time walking to Oxford Street, dotting around Selfridges with the Love Actually sound track playing in my head hoping to bump into Hugh grant.
This year however is different, I am broke and single (unless Hugh Grant happened)
Being broke makes Christmas a lot more creative; see all these gifts I made for my lucky friends and family.
“That Bloody Mary” vodka. A home made blend of chilli and vodka with what was supposed to be edible golden stars but ended up dissolving making my gift looking like something you use to run a car…
Mary’s lady crush Nigella Lawson’s fudge (but with a Bailey’s)
these were so good… I know I could always realy on my Nigella.
Shore-ditch gingerbread Santa… (I was never a pretty baker…)
Even my dad got creative for my brother’s christmas present
(big bro Joe thinking he had some dollars for his holiday to America…)
This year is also different as I will not spend my time not in an old cottage in the cotswold like something out of “The Holiday” OR even drunkly dancing around the kitchen to ‘What The Fox Says’ in front of all my boyfriend’s family and friends.
No, this year I packed my bags and headed to the beach to spend it with my mum and her artist beau. Since I could remember this is how I have seen my Mum at Christmas time: apron with head in the oven.
She has always been the X-MAS hostess: everything is a spread, every candle is on, all nuts, celebrations and satsumas are out.
There is everything you would need that will make even Mr Claus himself be satisfied with.
(look who it is…!)
It was no surprise on Christmas Eve we spent doing what we do best and that’s cooking/baking/drinking eating.
here’s my gingerbread in the making…
mary-tescoish mince pies….
the Baileys and dry fruit ice cream.
All done while I sip on bubbles and peach liquor
(a naughty french Selfridges sales man made me buy it.)
THEN it was Christmas day and these were my presents…
got myself a little bit of a reputation with the family… I received a mixology class in January which I am looking forward to telling you all about.
After a very drunken morning phone call from Big Bro Joe laughing hysterically down the phone about nothing, it was time for our lunch.
another spread bites the dust.
In fact mum is so used to cooking for the 5,000 she was trying to adjust her portions but we still had three different type of stuffing…
We recovered on the sofa watching movies:
Mum’s artist beau had to put his foot down to to Sing A long Frozen
Like everyone I have formed a brussel-sprouting,turkey,wine baby
so unfortunately I no longer look like this…
but hey how else can you spend a christmas…