Until about two days ago, I was feeling just a little bit been there, done that about Christmas in the kitchen. Having enjoyed a, ahem, 'significant' birthday in the last couple of weeks, I found myself thinking that maybe I could just forget it this year in favour of a nice little package somewhere. Say Barbados. Or The Maldives. Somewhere they give you a sun lounger and a butler. Obviously, this is only in my dreams, so instead I've ended up doing what I always do and invited the world, his wife and their 16 children to join us for what seems like (and possibly is) every meal throughout Christmas and New Year.
Obviously, considering my job, I do quite like cooking, and I have a husband who is very well trained in keeping the cook's Bloody Mary/G&T (depending on the time of day) refreshed, so things do get quite jolly. And this year is suddenly looking much brighter because I am now armed with secret culinary weapons provided by some of the best chefs in the region, which is....
