Tonight is Goran's first Christmas Eve at home. This time last year he was hooked up to oxygen and all sorts of monitors in an NICU incubator, weighing less than 2kg. As I sit here writing this, the delicious smell of a just-cooked 2.5kg gammon wafts through from the kitchen. The irony is not lost on me.
Tomorrow there will be seven-point-five humans here at Haus Gruben for lunch. And no, this has nothing to do with healthy eating plans based on live blood analysis. This is full-on coronary-on-a-plate, darling. I am doing the starter and the gammon, and I have asked various guests to bring the rest. As a grown-up I have learnt to master the art of delegation because, as a wise person once said, life is too short to stuff a mushroom. Our menu is as follows:
STARTER
Gaspacho-inspired cold tomato soup with a dollop of plain yoghurt, cubed cucumber, & black pepper
MAIN
Roast lamb with mint jelly
Honey-&-mustard glazed gammon decorated with cloves, apricot halves, & glacé cherries
Creamy pumpkin
Roast potatoes with gravy
Crunchy broccoli & cherry tomato salad with croutons, cashews, feta, & honey-mustard dressing
DESSERT
Red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting
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