I've changed my mind about the cruise, can we invite ourselves to AnnMac's please
Oh we used to call them steepy peas as well, I wonder if it's a northern thing,
This just reminded me of carlin peas we used to have on Carlin Sunday the Sunday before Palm Sunday, they were similar to steepy peas but black and didn't go as mushy,
We used to have them with vinegar and salt on, I can still remember the taste now, I have never heard of them for years, Can anyone else remember them or have even heard of them?
Sorry Kayze to change the subject I just suddenly thought of them,
We've always had Mil come to us for Christmas - all but twice, in the 22 years we have been married, so in that respect, its the same as always . . .
But, looking back to last Christmas, the first after she moved in, I know the deterioration then made it seem like hard work, and she has got so much worse since However, she can still feed herself, and she sure enjoys her food and my kids are really good - they won't get upset if Nana has forgotten who they are, or that its Christmas, even - so even if it is hard work, I am going to just try and make it as 'normal' as possible, because I have no idea what the Christmas afterwards will bring - So that means everyone up at the crack of dawn to open pressies in their jammies, croissents and chocolate brioche for breakfast (along with the immeadiately opened selection boxes ), the dog going absolutely bonkers and his pressies having to be rationed out or he will open everyone elses, people snacking through the day on home made mince pies and Christmas cake, and a massive Christmas dinner, at around 4pm, with home made tiger bread and red onion stuffing, roasted leeks, pigs in blankets and turkey for the meat eaters, roasted sweet potatoes, ordinary spuds, carrots and parsnips, caullieflower and the obligatory sprouts (tossed in hot butter and black pepper!) - and believe it or not, Mil's absolute favourite - mushy peas (she always swore they were a traditional part of an Irish Xmas lunch). Then Christmas knickerbocker glory and trifle for pudding.
And then everyone snuggles down on the sofa to watch a film - and we all fall asleep!
I am absolutely determined that the kids and Mil and OH will enjoy a great Xmas, dementia or flipping not being added to the mix!
Ann Mac, your dog sounds like our friends' old dogs. At one point they had 3 and they used to get SO excited over presents. They often stayed with us at Christmas and the dogs would be very interested in everyone else's presents, too - would watch avidly when anything was being opened. By contrast our own dog never showed any interest at all - I don't think she was especially thick, bless her, but she never seemed to connect those wrapped up things with the treats that later came out of them.
My sister's dog must have been able to smell his own presents, since he would sit by the Christmas tree, 'guarding' his own, but never tried to open them until he was allowed.
He's always been the same - and in fact, I think he gets worse as he gets older! We HAVE to make sure we have at least 12 - 14 small pressies for him, and we have to give them out at suitable intervals, or he will get stuck into someone/anyone else's! And he makes more mess than all our kids put together !
I actually filmed him, a couple of Christmasses ago
http://youtu.be/xRmpR21VRtM
Not sure how I will handle it when the kids have their own homes and we don't have them for Christmas. The cooking, to cover all the 'family food' traditions alone keeps me busy for 3 days before the 25th, and I know I will end Xmas day absolutely shattered, and thinking I'd love it all to be a bit quieter - I suspect in reality, I wont like it when they are all grown up, and it actually is a bit less hectic
@ AnnMac: your Christmas sounds wonderful and I loved your video!
at DianeW and Benjie, too!
Confession time: I used to buy a present for my guinea-pig , who sadly passed away two Christmasses ago. His favourite was one of those living herb pots you can buy in the supermarkets, ideally parsley or basil. Except that, being an indoor guinea-pig, he couldn't understand why the parsley or basil was stuck in the soil!
This is all getting away from the subject of this forum, but I just wanted to say that I did enjoy your Christmas tales!