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Before and after… The reason for light blogging tonight and probably tomorrow is…
Before…
Dinner was prepared by Adriana Lukas with assistance from her tiny elf-like helper Alec Muffet… 
Where mah fudz? During…
Potentially explosive desert and after…
Thaddeus crashed and burned, causing much hilarity To all our readers, have a great Christmas… we certainly are!
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I have been meaning to make celeriac and potato mash for years, and keep forgetting. Is it as good as it sounds?
Merry Christmas to all!
I think I am right in saying that there is not one among us who would not want the recipes. I am particularly intrigued by the parsnips and bread and butter pudding.
From my experience – and yes I have made it, and yes I’m a bit of a chef – celeriac / potato mash works out as way too watery.
One can still live very well in a decadent civilization. Merry XMAS
Alright, recipes will follow tomorrow, just give me a chance to recover. 🙂
Then you are not doing it right because ours was sublime 😛
I just put my ham in the oven, (a late dinner this year due to work schedules), and the rest of the menu is simple family favorites. I would do the cooking in any event, but my wife’s and oldest son’s work hours make it a necessity this year.
I haven’t been posting much lately, for various reasons, not the least of which is my own busy schedule. I visit each day, but find myself with less and less to say, and less inclined to keep repeating and repeating the same old messages over and over.
I am sometimes overwhelmed with the good fortune that life has visited upon me, especially at festive times like these.
I sit here in my easy chair, tapping on my laptop, the tree twinkling, decorated by my wife and the younger kids last week in a traditional evening activity going back over a 1/4 century now, and so much longer as I think back on my mother and aunt doing the same thing with my grandmother when I was a child.
I have been reading “Koba the Dread”, by Martin Amis, these past few days, one of a series of books I have selected out from my “to be read” bookcase. The starkness of such evil only makes me realize all the more my own good fortune, and treasure this warm, safe little cottage in which my family can gather, speak freely, laugh, cry, pray, and create those moments that sustain us on long, cold winter nights.
I was watching a documentary about the long history of the earth, and life upon it, including humanity, as science has worked out some of the twists and turns of the past few billions years. I was struck by the ease with which such information was available, floating over the airwaves, along with thousands of other signals, some trivial, some weighty and significant, some entertaining, many just foolish.
What does it mean to be so wealthy, as a culture, that so much time and effort can go into amusements and diversions? Such questions are beyond me, especially tonight.
All the riches of the ancient emperors and kings pales before the bounty set out before me tonight—healthy, smiling faces, a phone call from the one who lives too far away to visit easily, a kiss from one beloved, hugs from those for whom the sun will rise tomorrow, and shine down on free men and women who go about the all-consuming business of just living.
There will be presents, of course, great and small. But, more than any thing, there will be the chuckles, the smiles, the small moments of warmth and affection, the feeling of family that overrides and surpasses all else that could ever be.
Each day, each moment, we are given the chance to renew our appreciation for the treasures that truly enrich our lives.
Knowing that I have done absolutely nothing to deserve it, I gaze upon the pearl of great price glowing right in front of me.
My heartfelt best wishes to all here for a Merry Christmas, and a joyous new year filled with all the treasures that the poets and song writers go on about.
Looks splendid. Sorry I missed it.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Merry Christmas to you all.
Nick: it is to be expected, from my experience with celery root. Maybe it needs to be squeezed before mashing?
Oh, and what VR said.
Puts my magnificent feast to shame, that does.
Although a PBJ on really good whole wheat and some iced tea, and the company of a good dog…a pretty good way to finish off a year. And only one chicken wing domestic too and neither one wanted to fight!
Anyway, if you’re of a devout bent then Merry Christmas, and if you’re one of them atheistical types I still hope you have a happy and peaceful day with friends and loved ones.
Celeriac in mash is a fine thing, Nick. The trick is just don’t use too much.
Andrew: about a third?
To all,
Your day is winding up, while my day is winding down.
I hope you all have a very fine, jolly and very merry Christmas today.
Depends on the type of pots you’re mixing it with (waxy or flowery). I usually use 1/5th but you can use a wee bit more with flowery textured pots without it making the mash too loose.
And a very merry Christmas to all, from another tryptophan zombie …
I don’t use the waxy ones for mash anyway: they exist for potato salad. Thanks, and Merry Christmas:-)
It all looks lovely Perry, Happy Christmas to you and Adriana.
Well, Happy Crimble y’all!
Perry, so how do you do it? Celeriac mash that is.
Is Thaddeus OK now?