Finally we reached the big day. The day of the big feast.
Like we haven’t already eaten enough to replenish our fat stores for winter! But you know, tis the season to over indulge! And now that it is mid January and the turkey hangovers have finally subsided, I thought it might be okay to discuss it again.
My relatives that we were visiting in California for Christmas are originally from Scotland, so some of their Christmas feast traditions are a little different from our North American ones.
Most notably is that they don’t use bread in their stuffing, or dressing or whatever you call the stuff you put inside the turkey. They use sausage meat.
I remember years ago when I first reconnected with these relatives after they moved to California, I hadn’t seen them in years since I had visited Scotland. So I was coming to stay with them for the holidays this particular year and so they told me later that their biggest fear about my visit was that, God forbid, I might be a vegetarian! The horror!
So I wasn’t that startled by the sausage stuffing. Although I did find the addition of Beef Wellington and black pudding a bit of a surprise.
The menu was as follows:
- Seared scallop and black pudding with mustard dressing
- Roast turkey with sausage stuffing
- Roasted root vegetables – beets, carrot, parsnips, celeriac
- Piped potato
- Beef Wellington
- Home made cranberry sauce
- Chocolate cake and ice cream
- Fruit flan sponge cake
All followed by the mandatory “lie down”!! Why oh why do we do it to ourselves??
For some reason I don’t have any pictures of the appetizer course. Perhaps it was because there was a lot of commotion at that time what with getting people settled and getting the event under way.
But more likely it’s because I didn’t partake of that particular course. I don’t eat scallops anymore because I am allergic to shell fish. And even though a scallop is technically a mollusk and not a shellfish, I’m not willing to risk it. And then the black pudding, well, click on it to see the pictures of it, or google it yourself and then decide if it is something you would eat……..
But those at the table who either knew what it was and love it or didn’t know what it was so they ate it, all enjoyed it very much. Perhaps I just don’t know what I am missing!!
Then it was time for the main event, all set out, serve yourself style. Which is always dangerous when you let to your own accord.