All posts tagged: christmas

Christmas Just Regurgitated Itself Over My Kitchen-Or- Why I Smell Like Apples

If we were having coffee, well this week I’d ask if you’d rather try a glass of non-alcoholic spiced apple cider. I’m emphasising the non-alcoholic side since I’m English and cider is normally assumed to be alcoholic here. Anyway, this weekend one of the neighbours caught me on the way to buy my Christmas wreath and asked if I wanted any cooking apples. He’d been lovely enough to bring by some beans earlier in the year and he thought I might have some use for apples too. I was going to make a crumble until the lovely fiancee suggested mulled apple cider. In the end I bastardised a few recipes, hurled some apples, an orange, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, and allspice into the slow cooker and left it to simmer along for eight hours. After straining the result was what you can see in the photo. I need to reduce the amount of cloves I’m using, and amp up the cinnamon a tad, but overall it tastes pretty scrummy and super Christmassy. My kitchen is also …

Farmhouse Christmas

The crumpled paper and tinsel meant that she’d just missed him. Checking the back kitchen she found the coat hooks empty and the dog missing too. He was out on the farm then., trudging through the snow to check on the sheep before lunch. She tossed the wrapping into the bin alongside the cardboard and plastic tie from his new gloves. He’d left a note next to the rayburn. Turkey on. Called Thomas about lame ewe – coming about nine. Gloves good. Thank you. x She tacked it to the noticeboard and checked the clock. Ten to. Better brew the tea.

If We Were Having Coffee…

If we were having coffee I would tell you all about my new jumper. I’ve never owned a Christmas jumper before and to be honest I’ve never really had the desire to buy one. But work has a Christmas jumper day and hey ho I found myself in the Next knitwear section perusing all the holiday themed woolly garments thinking about how I really wanted the sheep one but apparently that wasn’t Christmassy enough. So instead I go the one with a reindeer and snowflakes because that said Christmas without being utterly in your face about it. I have also not taken it off since I bought it because lo and behold! I have discovered that I love jumpers! It has opened up a whole new world of snugly and that sheep jumper is now on it’s way to me and tomorrow I will be the proud owner of two Christmas jumpers! It’s like wearing a dressing gown that’s socially acceptable to have on in public places like the supermarket. What’s not to love about …

Getting Into The Spirit

I’m getting into the spirit of Christmas a little earlier than normal this year. I think all this talk of Christmas commercials on the radio has done something to put me in the festive mood, but all in all I’m more ‘up for’ Christmas than I have been for a while. Don’t get me wrong, I love this time of year. My birthday is on the twenty-first of December so the month is something of a double whammy when it comes to celebration, but being at university and trekking between home and Bath somehow drains the excitement from me a little I find. Hence Terrance! Named by one of my housemates Terrance will like meet an unfortunate fate before the start of 2015, but I’m going to do my best to keep him alive. House plants have never been a strength of mine, or my mother’s for that matter. An issue that the aforementioned housemate finds hilarious since I come from a farming background. But! Terrance does represent my attempt at embracing the jolliness of …

Writing for Christmas

In the two years previous to this Christmas I found myself writing poetry for Newport Girls’ High School Christmas Carol Service. The reason was that my English teacher knew that I could write, and she wanted poems for the service. So I was cornered in the corridor and asked very nicely if I could write something. These are situations where I find my mouth saying the word yes before my brain can really think out the implications of taking on the task at hand. Anyhow. The second year I was asked again, and my last acceptance made sure that there was no way out. I had written the previous year, and written something rather good, so why not repeat the feat? I will tell you why not; Christmas poetry is a pain in the derriere. I have a personal phobia of be over clichéd, unless I’m being ironic, but that is something completely different. My original point is that Christmas poetry is difficult to write without being repetitive, or clichéd, or saying something that is …