I dreamt about food last night. It was a bit cruel bearing in mind the weight issues, but it got me thinking about all those goodies we treat ourselves to at Christmas.
I’m not talking about a turkey dinner with all the trimmings, Christmas pudding and mince pies, but the ‘incidentals’ as Mum would say.
I can remember circular boxes of candied jellies, you know, lemon and orange slices with a round one in the middle. In later years there were lime and strawberry alternatives, but Mum always had a box of the orange and lemon ones for Christmas.
Then you have the dates and figs. Urgh, personally I don’t like either, and Mum would always buy Dad a jar of pickled walnuts. Yuk!
Nuts, now there was something else. Brazil nuts, hazelnuts, walnuts and the nutcrackers always attacked my fingers. I was never a nutty person, preferring my brazils covered in chocolate so yes, there was a box of those too. Hazelnuts were my favourite, and the dog would pinch the walnuts if left alone. We found the shells behind the sofa or in his bed.
We’d have those little discs of peppermint cremes too, some wrapped in gold or silver foil while the others were ‘naked’ but they all tasted the same. Of course as a child, I had to try them all just to make sure.
We’d have a big tin of Quality Street to dip into, and Turkish Delight………… the rose and lemon stuff dusted in icing sugar.
Tea time on Christmas Day would be sandwiches, mince pies and trifle with sausage rolls and crisps for good measure, that is if we were hungry. Most times we weren’t!
We’d have peanuts, cheese straws and twiglets on the table for Boxing Day nibbles as we nearly always had visitors, and lunch would be cold meats and bubble and squeak with pickled onions, pickled cabbage and piccalilli (urgh hate that). More sausage rolls and mince pies, and this was the day the cake got cut. Mum would have made it, but Dad always iced it. Proper royal icing too, all choppy and spiky with Santa and Co figures on the top.
With our reflux problems, buying those ‘incidentals’ is a balancing act.
I have the puds and bought some gluten free mince pies to try. They were nice, but four cost me more than a pack of 12 standard ones. Years ago I avoided buying mince pies too early as they were eaten within 24 hours of purchase. I’ve already stopped buying biscuits as our will power isn’t very strong and they soon go once the packet is open.
However, we do have some treats in the cupboard and fridge.
I managed to get those huge American marshmallows that are delicious melted in hot chocolate, some small packets of crisps so they’ll keep for a while, mince pies of course, pork pies and cocktail sausages for nibbles, and traditional Turkish Delight. I have a small slab of Christmas Cake, and I won a box of biscuits in the raffle at darts.
Stollen in all shapes and forms is missing as Hubby simply can’t have it, same as marzipan and anything with chocolate. No chocolate Santa for him this year, not even a small one, and no chocolate novelties for the Christmas Tree.
Christmas is not about the food though is it, and we’ll have a lovely Christmas.
We always do.