My plan for Christmas is for the dog not to throw up after Christmas dinner. I mean, seriously, with 5 people sneaking her bits of turkey and god knows what, plus whatever she can hoover up that the baby drops, I fear my Christmas might be a bit… vommy.
I have the presents that I’m going to get planned, but not bought, and this weekend I’m going to test out my roast potato and parsnip making skills as I’m on roasty duty. I’ve been told I need King Edward potatoes and Goose fat, but there’s also dark rumours of dusting them in flour as well, which needs investigating.
Ahh, Christmas! What a lovely time of year!