The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: just a little trifle, please!

Christmas is now the only time of the year I make trifle. Growing up it was a mainstay of my grandmother's birthday and Christmas tables, but the tradition now firmly sits within the festive period.There's something wonderfully decadent about the layers of creamy comfort, the hit of booze and the digging down to the bottom … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: just a little trifle, please!

The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: 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 the … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Getting ahead with Christmas, a Duo of Sublime Stuffings

The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: 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 old … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Fuss Free Canapés with a Welsh Twist

The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Down Memory Lane

Growing up in the 1980s there were so many things which 'made' Christmas. One of the main questions being, were your family 'Team Quality Street' or 'Team Roses'? My parents were firmly 'Team Roses', whilst my paternal Grandmother was 'Team Quality Street'.Of course, this was in the day when a tin of chocolates was really … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Down Memory Lane

The Pheasant Philsopher’s Christmas Diaries: Party Punch and Mulling

No Victorian Christmas party was complete without a gleaming punch bowl full of inhibition-removing deliciousness. In richer households, these bowls would be silver or silver gilt, with matching chased cups and ladle, in middle class houses cut glass or crystal was offered, whilst lower down the social pecking order china, wood or pewter was most … Continue reading The Pheasant Philsopher’s Christmas Diaries: Party Punch and Mulling

The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Stories of Stilton

There are certain things that I order every Christmas, which admittedly, are rather indulgent; whole cheeses, specialist drinks, charcuterie and chocolate. These are the items which make the Christmas period extra special, impresses guests and, in their own way creates family traditions - without exception I always seek out a really good Stilton, but I … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Stories of Stilton