Christmas eve happy things
Christmas Eve was a mixture of chilled and manic.

We got up at 2pm, go lazy us, and I made our Christmas dinner. We'd decided to have it then, as we were going to a party on Christmas Day itself.

I made:

Butternut squash, leek and seitan pie with walnut pastry
Red cabbage with apple and pecans
Roasted potatoes and sprouts
Peas
and loads of onion gravy, which I made with the previous day's veggie stock.

I'm such a geeky cook. I spent about three hours on it all, and loved doing all of it (I did force Robin to sort out the sprouts though, as sprouts can be a bit frightening).

The seasonal spirit was just about hitting us after we'd finished eating and watched a bit of crap tv, so I decided to regress a few years and spend an hour playing my <>new sonic the hedgehog game</b>, which is ace, don't listen to the reviews. I got a bit over-excited though and kept smashing the Wii remote into my legs when I was fighting Dr Robotnik's army of villains. So I'm a bit sore now.

I felt a bit guilty about spending the day just eating and playing sonic though, so we decided to add drinking to the mix too, and headed out to the pub with a couple of friends. We spent a good chunk of the night sat in the smoking area of Nottingham's most salubrious metal pub, huddled next to the bins, as that was where the only working heater was. Chatting and drinking and trying to keep warm. Good times :)