I am still in recovery mode from all the eating and imbibing, but the idea of one more big meal in a few days is no less exciting. Between Christmas eve, day, the day after, and lastly the day after the day after, I estimate that we consumed a little more than the usual calories during the 4-day weekend at home and out with friends.
Our house, Christmas eve, 2pm. I’m starving, we need a snack! Weren’t they just showing mortadella on the tube? Let’s run to the store like the rest of the last-minute shoppers.
A few hours later, 8:15pm. Paella dinner. We polished off two-thirds lickety split with a big bottle of belgian xmas ale. Ridiculously easy to make and looks impressive on the table.
Christmas morning, 2am. Santa appreciated the pandoro and left open tickets for a faraway place of our choice. “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”