It's done! The preparations for the day when no shops are open. Twice a year the supermarkets close here, and twice a year I'm struck to my core with fear. What if I need a barbecued chicken? What if I need tonic water? WHAT IF I NEED GENERIC SUPERMARKET BRAND LOW-FAT POTATO SALAD?? As my mother used to say when I was in high school whenever I exhibited signs of going soft, a pioneer woman I would not make. Rot. I bloody would. I'd just have to take Organisational Skills 101 first.
The pantry and fridge are groaning under the weight of food and drink and Zapp and I have made so many trips to the supermarket our knuckles are now dragging along the ground. (We don't have a car, which means lugging everything home by hand. The perks and downfalls of urban living.) Much of the weight comes from, er, liquid. In the form of sparkling Shiraz. Heaven forbid we should run out of booze on Christmas Day. My brother and his girlfriend are bringing reinforcements, but you never know.
The lunch menu is thus:
- To begin, mini toasts spread with cream cheese and dill, topped with smoked salmon.
- Roast lamb with all the trimmings. I was overcome by fear at the butcher and bought two legs. I don't know why. One would have been perfectly adequate. The second leg is now wintering in the freezer.
- For dessert, a maa-aa-aasive Christmas cake that Zapp's parents sent over from NZ, Irish Cream ice-cream, and fresh cherries.
What about decorations, you ask? No Christmas tree pics? Nope, there are no children to amuse. We will be having a scream-free, sugar-high-free, tanty-throwing-free Christmas. Though I do reserve the right to have a wail if necessary, as it's in my apartment all this swilling and eating will be going on.
Finally, I would like to share with you a very special Christmas song that is sure to be enthusiastically rendered at Carols by Candlelight events in Australia tonight: Rolf Harris with "Six White Boomers". Be warned, it is made of corn.
Happy Holidays! Have a fantastic day, whatever you're doing.