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: top tipples
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: the fruity side of Christmas.
Every year, I do my utmost to avoid Mince Pies until, at least, the second week of December. The description 'warm mince pie' always sounds far better than the factory produced supermarket offerings which frequent gatherings, events and parties at Christmas.I believe that making your own is simple, far more satisfying and, it will certainly … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Variations on the Mince Pie
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
One of the annual traditions in our household is putting up the Christmas decorations on the first weekend in December - this is accompanied by lots of steaming hot chocolate and, of course, homemade gingerbread biscuits.I fully admit that I am a bit of a Hot Chocolate perfectionist. So often, when I order the 'Special … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: The eternal quest for the best Hot Chocolate!
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
I am extremely proud of my Welsh heritage and although there aren't many exclusively 'Welsh' traditions, we do have some excellent recipes to satisfy the hungriest of guests over the Christmas period. Feeding a party is quite a challenge, but sometimes, especially in the colder weather it's nice to offer guests something a little more … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Easy Entertaining.