After the ethnic eating experiment and the raw vegan challenges, it seemed only right to celebrate my virtual move to the infinitely more snazzy wordpress by opening the floor once more to your cruelest and most venomous of gastronomic gauntlets. This time, however, I’m not the only one who might suffer. That would be far too self-sacrificing. No, Christmas is, after all, a season for family time, and so I’ve decided to inflict my next experiment on all of them too.
I say ‘inflict’; but I trust you, readers, to deliver. Because this challenge is all about trust. I want you to send me your favourite Christmas recipes, and the winners (hopefully the most bizarre ones) will be fed to my parents, siblings, cousins and, of course, my amateur food critic of a grandmother, on Christmas Day. It’s a risky venture. There are things that will most definitely be expected – Grandpa will expect sprouts cooked to buggery, the cousins curried leeks, Grannie mince pies and brandy butter. These must be consumed and held down by 3pm, when the family sit down for the Queen’s speech, which is watched with subtitles as my grandfather bellows at the TV for not being loud enough, his renegade hearing aids squealing like a broken kettle as he tries to turn them up.
It’s time for a change. Last year the attempt at change was somewhat more extreme – dinner was suggested instead of lunch, and there was mutiny afoot in the octogenarian camp. So, Grannie, if you’re reading – I promise we will eat at 1.30pm, as always, and you can most certainly bring your famous mince pies and Christmas pudding, but other than that I’m leaving our lunch in the capable hands of the readers. I bet they’re a damn sight better than Gordon Ramsay.
So come on people – help to christen this new site by firing me your favourite Christmas recipes; Mum is on board, and between us we’ll do as many of them as we can, and film Grannie’s reaction. Send me an email or write recipes in the comment box.
Meanwhile, I want to know your favourite veggie accompaniments – vote in the poll below (mine, for the record, is my maternal grandmother’s creamed corn – recipe to come).