I personally find the Christmas standard veg offering rather boring, 'boiled' or 'roasted' (aside from potatoes) seems so unimaginative and it doesn't take much more time to 'pimp' those everyday vegetables up to new heights. I enjoy all veg, I try and stick to seasonal choices, however, aside from the somewhat more exciting spiced red … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: ‘Vegging’ out at Christmas
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!
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
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
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 think that most of us were probably taught to cook by family members; whether Mum, Dad, Grandparents, Great-Grandparents or the more extended family. I learnt a lot from my Grandmothers; though each was very different in their approach to cookery. One was very much a bake-from-scratch cook; still alive today (at 106) she taught me … Continue reading Digging for Ancestral Roots in our Cookery…..?