For Christmas this year we decided to stay in Bangkok. Christmas is always a bit of a let down in the tropics. You're faced with 2 choices. Spend out a fortune for an overpriced meal in hotel, restaurant or pub, where there will be little atmosphere, garish decorations, bad music, no parsnips or sprouts, and they'll more than likely run out of gravy. Or, you stay home, close the curtains, turn the aircon up high, pretend you're somewhere cold and cook yourself a proper Christmas dinner.
We decided to opt for the at home version, decorated the tree, searched high and low for cranberry sauce and stuffing, spent £5 on one parsnip and £4 for eight sprouts and bought a duck for roasting.
Now the only other time I attempted a Christmas dinner was in Roatan when we all had a particularly bad island hangover and the gas ran out after half an hour of cooking. This time I was determined to be more successful.
I suppose the plan was always a bit flawed with the fact that we went out and started drinking straight after work on Christmas Eve. It became even more flawed when we stared ordering cocktail and shooter combinations and wrapping tinsel round our heads while doing the YMCA dance. I should have realized at the point where we had to stop the taxi on the way home 3 times, that Christmas day wasn't going to go as planned.
Christmas morning Nick was green when he woke up, and we had to take a sick break during the unwrapping of presents. By lunchtime all thoughts of food had been written off for Nick and Christmas day was 'postponed' until boxing day. Not one to let a hangover get me down I did a mini roast chicken dinner and ate my mince pie on my own.
For all it's delays, the dinner next day was delicious. It was however, a good job we postponed it, as it came as a surprise to me when unwrapping the duck, that while it had had all the necessary inside bits taken out, it was still sans feet and head. I wasn't strong enough to dislocate and chop through all the bits, and there was no way that green Nick would have been able to do that they day before.
Not sure what the best plan for Christmas in Bangkok is...maybe just don't stop drinking, then the hangover doesn't arrive and you don't care what you eat for Christmas dinner.
We decided to opt for the at home version, decorated the tree, searched high and low for cranberry sauce and stuffing, spent £5 on one parsnip and £4 for eight sprouts and bought a duck for roasting.
Now the only other time I attempted a Christmas dinner was in Roatan when we all had a particularly bad island hangover and the gas ran out after half an hour of cooking. This time I was determined to be more successful.
I suppose the plan was always a bit flawed with the fact that we went out and started drinking straight after work on Christmas Eve. It became even more flawed when we stared ordering cocktail and shooter combinations and wrapping tinsel round our heads while doing the YMCA dance. I should have realized at the point where we had to stop the taxi on the way home 3 times, that Christmas day wasn't going to go as planned.
Christmas morning Nick was green when he woke up, and we had to take a sick break during the unwrapping of presents. By lunchtime all thoughts of food had been written off for Nick and Christmas day was 'postponed' until boxing day. Not one to let a hangover get me down I did a mini roast chicken dinner and ate my mince pie on my own.
For all it's delays, the dinner next day was delicious. It was however, a good job we postponed it, as it came as a surprise to me when unwrapping the duck, that while it had had all the necessary inside bits taken out, it was still sans feet and head. I wasn't strong enough to dislocate and chop through all the bits, and there was no way that green Nick would have been able to do that they day before.
Not sure what the best plan for Christmas in Bangkok is...maybe just don't stop drinking, then the hangover doesn't arrive and you don't care what you eat for Christmas dinner.
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