Christmas this year was awesome. Panu and I (and friends Mags and Kirk) travelled out to Harefield (about an hour away from London) to spend the weekend with Mel and Cam, and because they live on a farm (like for realz, with horses and stuff) and it’s no where near the heat of London, snow still covered the grounds and amplified by the fact that I got to spend my weekend with some of my favourite people, everything was utterly magical.
We didn’t really get up to much all weekend. All we did was eat, starting with roast chicken and potatoes and way too much cauliflower bake on Christmas Eve, followed by toasting marshmallows in the open fire. Over the course of the night, I perfected the art of the toast and became Chief Marshmallow Toaster. Obviously, this is an achievement I am proud of.
On Christmas day itself, we woke up to Mags making mini blueberry pancakes.
There are some things in life I will never complain about. One of them is waking up to a cooked breakfast. Right after she cooked breakfast, Mags started preparing lunch, which was going to be lasagne. YUM LASAGNE. Another thing I never complain about.
Mag’s lasagne was so delicious, made with eggplant, zucchini and even left over cauliflower bake and luscious béchamel sauce. We gorged ourselves, retired into the den (with a roaring fire), put on a movie and I promptly fell asleep 🙂
Panu and I were assigned dinner duty and we’d planned a traditional Finnish meal. We kicked the meal off with herring & pickle and smoked salmon, sour cream & dill, both served on Finn crisps.
For the main, as with any traditional Finnish Christmas meal, we served up ham (honey glazed, although not sure if that’s traditional but it tasted good)…
… along with three Finnish “casseroles” (more like bakes) – potato, swede and liver – which we picked up at the Finnish Christmas Fair…
… and beetroot salad…
… and OMG I forgot to take a photos of the karelian pasties! There were also karelian pasties, which we had with egg butter, a concoction that is basically egg and butter and cottage cheese. BEST THING EVER.
We also had Glöggi, a Scandinavian mulled wine, served with raisins and almond flakes to soak up the goodness. It was actually potent as heck and I could barely have two sips before I was pissed.
And as if all that food wasn’t enough, we then gorged ourselves on a banoffee pie. In case you forgot, I totally inducted it into the Hall of Fame as a Scandinavian dessert.
After all that, we were still alive. Barely. We retreated back to the fireplace and fell asleep again watching the most screwed up movie ever.
Boxing Day! Rise and shine and um, anyone hungry? Of course we are. Cam, desperate to use his BBQ, fired it up and did a big ol’ fry up for us.
Like I said, I never complain about a cooked breakfast. We had sausages, bacon, pigs in blanket and even some asparagus and a whole bunch of eggs. SO GOOD.
I was going to say “after breakfast we went home” but that would almost elude to it still being morning. Considering breakfast was at about 2pm, we started going home at 3pm, and had to battle the fucked-up-ness that is the tube strike on Boxing Day! Where is the love?
Eventually at some point in the very distant future, Panu and I crawled back into our apartment, full and sleepy from an awesome weekend away with friends, full of all things good like food, fun and marshmallows.
I hope everyone else enjoyed their Christmas just as much as I did!