Nobody complained too much, and we did veer from the script with some fine roast beef (turkey is for Thanksgiving!) and Brussels sprouts that were roasted with balsamic rather than boiled to within, and then well past, a tasteless inch of their soggy lives. It was all delicious.
Paper hats were worn throughout, although I did seem to be the only person standing when they played the national anthem before the Queen's Christmas speech (brought to us via YouTube). If only for one day, there was a little corner of Walnut Creek that was overindulgently England.
Hannah, peeling spuds before dressing. Good girl.
Christmas is a time to remember those who are alone, like Shauli whose wife and son are in Israel. We saved him from his weeks of eating out every night, going to movies whenever he wants, having massages...
Two cows were harmed in the making of this meal.
Food prepared, a little present opening.
Laid up and ready.
Cheers!
Nate's a medic, so far more competent than me to carve meat.
The full spread.
Flaming pud!
National pride.
