We made it through the hustle and bustle and now I’m ready to recuperate with some lighter food, slow nights at home, long walks in the city and so on. How was your holiday, friends? Christmas Eve to now was a bit of a frenzy but one with large rewards.
On Christmas Day I made us a feast fit for royalty.
We started with a cheese course of French Bucheron and “Drunken Goat” cheese mixed with Panforte (fig cake), Pheasant Pâté, Wild Boar Prosciutto, and cornichons. After, I whipped up my quickest (once I scoured the city for the ingredients) most impressive meal to-date of seared duck breast with a beautiful sauce of apple demi-glace and cognac. Oh, it was so wonderful! For dessert, I made a quick apple tarte using phylo instead of puff pastry because this girl is not the kind of read labels before she leaves the store. It was so surprisingly delicious when topped with caramel gelato and I really just didn’t want the meal to end.
The next morning, after my first (but not last) attempt at Tortilla Espanola, we packed up the car and spent the day at L’s parents’ house. After a full day of food and time together that comes but once a year, we drove back to finish the week in the city only to hop back in the car to journey to the country for my mom’s annual party. But not before spending all day Friday making caramels, chocolate truffles, and this mighty cheesecake.
I realized this time that there is nothing like spending almost a decade in cities to shift your perspective of your little old town of less than one thousand in the country. We had breakfast and opened gifts and went on a long walk through the park by the lake. I don’t remember it being so beautiful. We return home to prepare my mom’s house for her only recently annual Christmas party. A table of food was set out and like usual all at once the guests arrived, including the tiniest one who gets sweeter by the day.
The most fun of the evening came in the package of Christmas poppers that held silly gifts, jokes and paper crowns. I love it when we all give in to our inner kid and don our crowns proudly for the rest of the night. Year after year, t is certainly a highlight for me.
We drove home in pouring rain, a couple hours of uninterrupted time following another impossibly short but hugely abundant holiday.