Surely, one of the very best things about Britain.
04.01.2013 5 °C
The suspense mounts for weeks for those of us living abroad. As soon as the tree goes up, dreams of a glistening roast embellished with perfectly rolled up pigs in blankets take over. M&S inspired images of tumbling roast potatoes, smooth, slow-trickling gravy and swirly-steamy veg play out in our minds, tantalising our tastebuds for days on end. And before we know it, the momentous occasion arrives.
Christmas morning, and the rich aroma of slow roasting meat fills the house, providing a warming, wintry ambience and provoking a steel band of rumbles in our stomachs. We hover around the oven, hoping to catch a glimpse or a waft of what will be the flavoursome festive centrepiece. At some point your mother starts to panic about whether there’s enough veg, but you look around you in disbelief and confirm to her that the ten different varieties themselves would suffice for a Christmas dinner, let alone the turkey, the beef and the p’s & g’s that go with them!
Soon the table fills up with delicious, piping hot mounds which together make up the colourful collage that is, Christmas dinner. Bright, cheery carrots mingle with bouncy, vivid green sprouts, and the wise, old broccoli stands apart, thinking himself king of the veg. Potatoes and parsnips harmonise, a choir of crispy, roasted goodness, whilst mash lays in a bowl by the side like a fluffy, creamy cloud. Peas chitter-chatter, rolling around like fools, and stuffing holds tight, fearing the crash of the impending spoon. And finally, swede sits bored, yawning in the corner, occasionally conversing with the lethargic Yorkshire puddings. Then, suddenly, the over door is flung open, and the prized showpieces carefully lifted, emerging from the steam like superstars.
Next comes an important moment for any man during the festive season – the carving of the meat. Dad carefully finds the perfect angle and gracefully slices away to produce succulent, rounded pieces of turkey and beef. Picture perfect, and you just can’t resist, so you steal a little slice – just to test it, of course! And then the grand, long anticipated moment arrives, and you all sit down and finally get stuck in. Brilliant! And surely, one of the very best things about Britain!