Scaleyback's Xmas picture gallery
Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 10:05 pm
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Scaley's mega xmas scoff-up
Xmas was fun, but hard work.
First task was to over haul "Kenny" my 1960's Kenwood Chef
Kenny has just been treated to a new cupboard.
My father's old army trunk had held promise, at least until I opened it and found it held more Kenwood spares. These are duplicates as he used to work in the trade after the war.
The sharp eyed might have also spotted the Woolworth pic-n-mix scales. Yes, we all remember these, yummy!
Then there was the house to decorate. Had this pastel stuff since I was 18!
There were a couple of my Grandmothers decorations still in existence.
Many were to come and visit, ended up with very long table, but no long tablecloth. Luckily, I had some central European camouflage material handy... Nobody said anything...

Now it was time to write the menu and scribble down the cooking plan!
Meanwhile, kenny had been making the brandy butter also bread sauce, whipping cream, etc.
Then the food was started...
No cranberry sauce, but I found what looked like redcurrent. It worked anyway!
I had stuffed a load of butter under the turkey's skin...
And after several hours of scowling at me through the oven door, out it came.
Proper thick gravy on a very comprehensive Christmas dinner, the like of which my French friends had never sampled before.
They scoffed it like a bunch of squaddies who had just found the back door of the officer's mess open.
When you go to a resturant or pub for a works do or Christmas dinner, the waitress always seems to ask, "Would you like custard or cream with your Xmas pudding?" Sod that! I'm doing it and we are having both plus some brandy butter to boot, YAY!
Now to heat up a ladle of brandy over the gas ring and...
The reason the picture is blurry is because it was taken in a hurry. Unbeknown to the rest of the diners, the stove and my induction cooker behind me are ablaze with blue flame as I knocked the ladle and spilt the bloody stuff and now the kitchen is on fire! At least the induction cooker had gone out, leaving me with the gas cooker, but a cloth over it soon sorted that out.
Did I get any help doing all this? Did I heck... They all went out for the morning and left me to it, still at least I was spared 4 wailing kids.
And what about Kevin, my Meteor Minor?

Well, Kevin slept through the lot!

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REOC 15084
Tabellarius de verbis. Ostensor gaudium[/center]
Scaley's mega xmas scoff-up
Xmas was fun, but hard work.
First task was to over haul "Kenny" my 1960's Kenwood Chef
Kenny has just been treated to a new cupboard.
My father's old army trunk had held promise, at least until I opened it and found it held more Kenwood spares. These are duplicates as he used to work in the trade after the war.
The sharp eyed might have also spotted the Woolworth pic-n-mix scales. Yes, we all remember these, yummy!
Then there was the house to decorate. Had this pastel stuff since I was 18!
There were a couple of my Grandmothers decorations still in existence.
Many were to come and visit, ended up with very long table, but no long tablecloth. Luckily, I had some central European camouflage material handy... Nobody said anything...


Now it was time to write the menu and scribble down the cooking plan!
Meanwhile, kenny had been making the brandy butter also bread sauce, whipping cream, etc.
Then the food was started...
No cranberry sauce, but I found what looked like redcurrent. It worked anyway!
I had stuffed a load of butter under the turkey's skin...
And after several hours of scowling at me through the oven door, out it came.
Proper thick gravy on a very comprehensive Christmas dinner, the like of which my French friends had never sampled before.
They scoffed it like a bunch of squaddies who had just found the back door of the officer's mess open.
When you go to a resturant or pub for a works do or Christmas dinner, the waitress always seems to ask, "Would you like custard or cream with your Xmas pudding?" Sod that! I'm doing it and we are having both plus some brandy butter to boot, YAY!
Now to heat up a ladle of brandy over the gas ring and...
The reason the picture is blurry is because it was taken in a hurry. Unbeknown to the rest of the diners, the stove and my induction cooker behind me are ablaze with blue flame as I knocked the ladle and spilt the bloody stuff and now the kitchen is on fire! At least the induction cooker had gone out, leaving me with the gas cooker, but a cloth over it soon sorted that out.
Did I get any help doing all this? Did I heck... They all went out for the morning and left me to it, still at least I was spared 4 wailing kids.
And what about Kevin, my Meteor Minor?


Well, Kevin slept through the lot!

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REOC 15084
Tabellarius de verbis. Ostensor gaudium[/center]
We opted for a chef to bring Christmas dinner to the house and cook it for us.