Well that’s Christmas over for another year, and I can’t say
I’m sad to see the back of it. It’s the same every year, with Christmas
becoming more and more commercialised, but on the plus side I was at least able
to spend some time with the family which, when you’re all working, isn’t always
easy. There hasn’t been much happening on the beer front either, which is
another reason why I haven’t posted on the blog for the best part of a week, although
there’s enough beer indoors to float a battleship. However, as I’ve said
before, I never seem to drink anywhere near the amount of beer at home as I
would do in a pub.
Christmas Eve kicked off with a Spanish-themed evening meal
– tapas and tortillas, so to go with the food it seemed only right to have some
Spanish beer. Strictly speaking Estrella Dam is Catalan rather than Spanish, but
it brought back memories of two pleasant trips to Barcelona,
and as the beer was on offer at Waitrose when I picked the turkey up the night
before, that was the decision made. It’s difficult to miss the forest of
conical fermenters and maturation vats, which form part of the massive Estrella
Dam brewery, on the drive into town from the airport, and the ubiquitous brand
can be found all over the Catalan capital. However, it’s pleasant enough for an
industrial lager, and it went well with the food.
Later on in the evening, I switched to a bottle of Harvey’s
Old Ale. A couple of work colleagues had combined together to buy me a crate of
Harvey’s beers as a Christmas present, so I thought I’d give one of them a try.
It’s always puzzled me as to why Harvey’s go against the grain and brew their
bottled beers at a lower strength than the draught versions, but even though
the bottled Old came out at just 3.6% ABV, as opposed to 4.3% for the cask
version, it still tasted good, with the lush sweetness from the dark brewing
sugars used in the beer coming through.
We all overslept the following morning, so much so that my
wife and I didn’t surface until 10 o’clock.
The turkey was late going into the oven, so Christmas dinner wasn’t served
until 2.30 pm. No matter, none of us
were in a hurry, and there were presents to unwrap and other preparations to be
carried out first. It was getting on for two
o’clock before I cracked open my first bottle, which was Worthington
White Shield; a nicely balanced beer with a slight “nuttiness” from the
residual malt sugars. The beer was a good aperitif and went well with our
traditional roast turkey dinner. Not long after I stepped up a gear and
switched to a bottle of Fuller’s 1845; a long-standing favourite of mine, and a
beer I have enjoyed on several previous occasions with my Christmas meal.
We were all feeling rather full from our meal, so we passed
on the Christmas pudding; we enjoyed it on Boxing Day instead, and it was a while
before I was ready for another beer. Our son had disappeared to call round on a
friend, so come the evening we started on the cheese and biscuits. We decided
against opening the blue cheese, so stuck with the cheddar. The only problem
was which beer would go with it? I’d left a few bottles of beer out on the back
step to chill, and amongst them was a bottle of Westerham Audit Ale. At 6.5%
the beer wasn’t too strong, and as I thought it went well with the mature
cheddar we’d bought. After that it was a cuppa tea. Finally I finished the day
with something light and refreshing – a bottle of Estrella Dam, left over from
our tapas evening the night before.
Boxing Day saw my son and I disappearing over to Tunbridge
Wells for a quick look round the shops. I wasn’t keen to go, but Matt had a
voucher to spend. I ended up buying a CD, which is still in its wrapper, but
when we arrived back home, my wife had prepared what for her, and me as well,
is one of the best meals of the Christmas break; bubble and squeak (the
previous day’s left-over vegetables), cold meats (primarily turkey), with a
selection of pickles.
Compliments of the season to everyone, and please bear with me whilst I catch up on my writing.
3 comments:
As each year goes by my attitude towards Christmas has gone from disinterest after the kids became adults to outright loathing of the whole false mince piety and forced jolliness of the so-called " festive " season.
I hate every moment of it,from the first sighting of Christmas retail themes in late summer to the predictable " what to do with the turkey leftovers " in every post-Christmas Day newspaper,magazine and TV cookery show.Yeah,I know.Curry the bloody stuff.
I begged my wife to let us hop on a plane and go somewhere hot and non-Christian but as usual she won out.
On the plus side I beat my own record for the cheapest Christmas meal for a family of four - bringing it in at a miserly £12.50.
A nice piece of pork on the bone with thick crackling being I negotiated down to £6 by a butcher keen to close up shop at my local market on Christmas Eve.Vegetables from Lidl cost a couple of quid,cream another couple more to go with the Christmas pudding I won in a raffle last year and never used and the wine was donated by grateful customers of our business.
And £2.50 on a nice block of Brie from Aldi.
This was the only thing that really cheered me up this Christmas.
Fortunately I always have January to look forward to when the pubs are quiet with everyone on the dry and no sign of once-a-year idiots in Christmas jumpers.
Still,mustn't grumble ...
My wife and I have often expressed the desire to jet off somewhere and escape Christmas. The trouble is our twenty-something son, who still lives with us, works in retail and is unable to take any annual leave over the Christmas period. It would be mighty mean of us to leave him on his own at Christmas, of all times, so we endure the whole ghastly ritual.
I don’t actually mind Christmas Day itself, and enjoy the feasting along with spending time with my immediate family. It’s the build-up to it all which, as you rightly point out, begins at the end of September. If I never hear Slade and/or Wizard belting out their 40 year old Christmas “hits”, it will be too soon.
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