First thing this morning, much to Boris’ upset, I took the girls to Starbucks. I didn’t need to shop but Sue had wondered if I’d be bringing the dogs in. I figured I’d better. Not long after we’d arrived, Sue gave them a Christmas present – a bag of assorted doggie treats. So lovely.
Of course, I couldn’t spend too much time on walking. I had to make cardamom buns, which were to be the dessert for my yulbord tonight. I wasn’t happy with the rising but, by the time I cooked them, the tester I tasted was delicious.
Sophie, Tom and Boris went to Twickenham to have Christmas dinner with Sophie’s sister and family. We waited for the arrival of our next guest, Max.
Max is the youngest child of Lisa and Jack and has been wandering around Spain since the beginning of December. Unfortunately, the airline decided that Max’s luggage should remain in Barcelona over Christmas. Hopefully it will turn up before too long.
It prompted Mirinda to tell the story of our luggage being lost in Pisa. And the Christmas miracle when it turned up a couple of days later. I was talking to Max about how long I’ve been blogging and mentioned how, these days, I can refer back to things that happened well in the past. I think that’s cool.
Anywho, today was all about, very gradually, preparing my yulbord. Obviously, part of the preparation is the writing of the menu board.
However, the real highlight of the day was going to be watching From All Of Us To All Of You (Kalle Anka och hans vänner önskar God Jul), but that was a long way off. Suffice it to say, at this stage, I found it on YouTube. I think, later, people rather wished I hadn’t.
Eventually, Sophie and Tom returned with horror stories of the drive and the pink turkey that had to make a second visit to the oven before they could eat it.
Finally, I was ready to set out all the completed dishes, describing each one to my diners. They all said it looked lovely.
And, while I’m obviously somewhat biased, I thought it was better than last year. The beetroot salad, particularly, was nicer and the Christmas ham, perfect.
We sat down and a good deal of it was devoured.
Then, of course, over tea/espresso and cardamom buns, we watched the craziness that is Donald Duck, as we call it in Sweden.
An excellent yulbord, I thought. And a perfect time to BeReal.
Now, let’s hope tomorrow is just as delicious.
