Wishing everyone in blogland and beyond a very Merry Christmas and an only slightly sore-headed Boxing Day!!
My family has cut quite an international swathe through this holiday season. The parents are freezing in NYC, my brother and sister-in-law honeymooning in Hawaii and my other brother and his girlfriend are cuddled up with soup in the south of France. Forget Vince Vaughn, this is the real Four Christmases!
For my part, I pretty much lived the Australian cliché yesterday. The Pom's parents are in town, so it was up early to take them over to my uncle's house for a BBQ breakfast, then back to the homestead for champagne and pressies before hitting up the beach for some sun and surf.
When we started to feel like we might in the nearish future possibly be hungry again, we made our way back home to prepare a seafood BBQ extravaganza. There were scallops to marinate, green prawns and vegetables to skewer, swordfish to char in expensive looking crisscrosses, as well as king prawns and tuna steaks to cook just right. Of course there were cheeses and crackers, chips and dips to whet/ruin our appetites, and salads, grilled asparagus, eggplant and hot chips to accompany the main course.
I did mention this was a meal for four?
To top it all off there was homemade pavlova for dessert. Yes indeed, we lived the cliché. The Pom's parents were certain this is how I must have spent Christmases growing up, but in fact my memories are much more about the hoards of cousins, hours in the pool and maybe a cold chicken leg and a bit of potato salad squeezed in their somewhere.
That said, I'm happy to have taken part in a quintessential Aussie Christmas, albeit with a bunch of Brits. Considering my far-flung family members, I guess I was the Australian contingent, represent'n.