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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 15, Getting ahead with Christmas, a Duo of Sublime Stuffings

Things which are time consuming relating to the Christmas Lunch are far better done early and the advantage of a good sized freezer makes preparing for Lunch extremely simple indeed. I like to serve two stuffings. One meat, and cooked separately from the bird, and one to stuff in the neck cavity, to take on… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 15, Getting ahead with Christmas, a Duo of Sublime Stuffings

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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 14, Fuss Free Canapés with a Welsh Twist

Last year my sister published her first book and asked me to make some canapés for the launch. I didn't have much time to prepare, so wracked my brains for something quick, easy and delicious. I am extremely proud of my Welsh heritage and, as I have mentioned before, am a great believer in the… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 14, Fuss Free Canapés with a Welsh Twist

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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 13, Driving Home for Christmas.

Traditionally, the 'Designated Driver' has not been terribly well catered for, an orange juice and lemonade, glass of coke or coffee is the usual choice however, now there are dozens of alcohol free choices out there, waiting to be discovered - so, even as the driver you can enjoy some seriously festive drinks. With almost… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 13, Driving Home for Christmas.

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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 12, The Big Festive Breakfast

I have always been a great supporter of the 'Full English Breakfast'. It is one of the few meals that can be almost entirely locally sourced, at any time of the year. A legacy of the great Country House breakfasts which were at their height in the 19th and early 20th century, these were full… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 12, The Big Festive Breakfast

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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 11, Kitchen Essentials

Over the past few years, I have accumulated a huge amount of kitchen equipment. Aside from all the pieces brought for styling shoots, there is a core of ten or so items which I couldn't be without, items which are used every day and make working in the kitchen much more pleasurable. Christmas is always… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 11, Kitchen Essentials

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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 10, top tipples

    Stocking the drinks cabinet is a chore we must all undertake at this time of the year, whatever your personal preference, relatives and friends' preferences must also be taken into account and that bottle of Creme de Menthe hidden at the back of the under-sink cupboard surely cannot last another year. Interestingly, some… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 10, top tipples

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The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 9, the fruity side of Christmas.

Proudly displayed on my wall, above my desk, is a bill of sale dated November 3rd 1845. It relates to the sale of fruit, preserves and pickles and is signed by my great-great-great Grandfather, who, along with his wife were the proprietors of a 'Foreign and British, fruit, oil, Italian and fish sauce warehouse' in… Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Day 9, the fruity side of Christmas.