For some in Scotland today is the big party day, with neighbours operating an open door policy…..the door staying open until the wee early hours of the next day. We kicked the new year off early yesterday with a late afternoon meal out for 2 before the stramash of madness kicked in that is Edinburgh’s Hogmanay.
Walking against the flow of the inward bound city revellers, we could taste the excitement in the air. Back home the dark had crept in whilst we emptied our messages, the boys still not home from the cinema….we cracked a bottle of fizz and got ourselves setup in the kitchen. The hourly count down started at 6pm lighting the skies with a flurry of colour. We are lucky that in if you turn your head 88 degrees and stand on your tippy toes we are able to see some of the castle way way in the distance.
A smoked, haddock risotto was the plan followed by a crumble….it ended up being a sea wolf risotto. Having had a doh moment when Iunwrapped the paper to find that I’d taken the wrong block out the freezer. My excuse being that the paper had stained yellow! The good news is that I now have some smoked haddock to look forward to in the freezer.
Our eldest sensing there were better things to be doing willed his phone to ring at our weakest point, we’d had dinner and a 2nd round of Cluedo was going to be too much for the boy. Despite the promise of MarioKart for 4 on the switch, he disappeared for a couple of hours whilst we washed up, channel surfed and entertained the youngest whilst he put me in my place time and time again despite switching cars, wheels, characters and race tracks.
The minutes tick by and the boy returns closer to 12 rather than the agreed 10, he’s kept in touch which is the main thing. The fireworks last for 8 minutes and by 12:10 give or take a minute we hit the hay.
8am came around fast and there is a calm about the place, I don’t hear any street noise, coffee in bed and the sun rising above the chimney tops hitting the crags with a majestic force that says this day is mine. There isn’t a cloud to be seen.
I’d started the post with a view to giving some advice mainly to myself around the plan of attack for the year and ended up with a match report of the last 12 hours or so. I am going to write that advice post…..but to start, remember the moments are passing by, enjoy today. Work will be there first thing in the morning…..and it’s going to be a tough 6 months by all accounts.
I’m up first in the house for the first time in a long while (6:50am), the house is still dark with storm Dylan rattling the cupula like crazy. Normally it’s a clear sign to dig in deep under the duvet. However there was a niggle in my head about work and despite the holidays, it also being a Sunday I couldn’t quite shake it. I’m wondering though if I’ve finally caught up on my sleep after the whole hullabaloo that is December.
The blog has had a bit of a break through December, I decided it was time to move the house on a little bit as all the builders had let me down this year….desperate to see some progress I took on the main bedroom and in amongst the work nights out, the school performances and trips to relatives I managed to finish the week before Christmas. Amazingly how a nice gentle cream and the removal of a large MDF wardrobe can make a difference to the calm of a room.
As you can imagine Food has been big on the agenda throughout December….and I’m struggling with a belt notch, the routine bike into work hasn’t happened with ice wind and rain being the main detractors. I have managed the odd run and a walk where there has been a calm and dry moment….it gives me hope that I can pick up in the new year without having to create wildly unrealistic new years fitness resolution.
I like to think everyday you can start again, or a new journal, the end of summer, the start of a new season….however 31st December is the biggy….huge expectation. For me as a child growing up it was my dads big earning night as a DJ so great was the demand to have a good time. In reality the world keeps spinning with all its good and bad. It’s a state of mind thing. Tonight will be really low key….Just the four of us and a gradual ease into the new year. Yesterday I proposed a family quiz at tea, 10 questions each….which prompted a discussion on teams and format…..We’ll slip it in between main and dessert.
For main I’m going to break myself into a book my brother in-law bought me for Christmas (One Knife, One Pot, One Dish)…. Beef Stroganoff, followed by a chocolate fudge cake I spotted in the January edition of Olive. The cake I can prepare this morning and the beef a short stand by the stove affair with a glass of wine in hand obviously for the sauce! Add to this I’m going to tackle the Cavolo Nero recipe from the Art of the Larder.
In order to adhere with the #DSFWeeklyRewind guidelines: I’m really grateful for the food and warmth over the festive period. My music contribution has to be taken from the CD (Short Stories Vol 1) that I asked my mum to get me for Christmas. It was released in September and I could easily have plugged into Spotify…..I decided to pleasure delay, every now and again I want to listen to an album old school way on a Hi-Fi rather than streamed in pieces scattered amongst the busy moments in life…..I wanted to drink it in and I was really pleased I had, Mr Ricky Ross didn’t disappoint.