Kholly asked for a recipe, Mycroft is helping me get organised, I defy even sprout-haters amongst you not to like sprouts cooked the way I'm going to cook them, and I still haven't found a decent panettone.
Yes, this post is almost all about food.
Crème fraîche, butternut squash and sage mash.
You need 60g of butter, 10+ sage leaves, chopped up, 1.5 kilos of squash, peeled with no seeds and cut inti 1 inch pieces, 40g parmesan, grated, 6 tbsp crème fraîche, and salt, ground black pepper and chilli flakes to season.
It's dead easy. Melt the butter over a low heat, in a heavy pan with a lid. Once the butter is foaming, throw in the sage. After a minute, throw in the squash and chilli if you want it, cook for 15-20 mins, until your squash is tender. Give it a bit of a mash, chuck in the parmesan, crème fraîche, salt and pepper. Done. That amount would serve about six. I'm doubling it - well, just seeing what the squashes I buy yield, really.
Sprouts, gratin with bacon, parmesan, cream and almonds. Delicious. - Just go here, far easier! Sorry these are all British, therefore not in cups and...whatever.
Panettone - I could try making one, but...I've got enough to do. So I'm going to try and head to an Italian deli on the 23rd, I think. Hope they've still got one.
Christmas morning just isn't right without it. Sherlock might demand it done as eggy bread. Not sure he's entirely convinced it's 'proper breakfast' otherwise.
And Christmas really wouldn't be Christmas without this song. First heard it when I was 8. Never could have guessed it would still climb the charts every year, even nearly forty years later. But I defy anyone in the UK to say it's Christmas until they've heard this song.
I mean...you can see why I wanted to be a rockstar, right? The hair, the clothes, the glamour... um. Yeah. Still, Noddy. What a legend.