Although here in the Mystic East the 25th is a normal working day, some of the natives here have acquired the curious habit of eating the atrocious KFC as a kind of Christmas celebration, but as I find their dishes singularly revolting, I cooked at home instead. I planned on roasting a duck, but as I couldn’t find a nice fat specimen I went for beef Wellington instead.
The pastry came out tolerably well, but the meat wanted a little more roasting; although I like my beef very rare, this is a taste not shared by the mem’sahib. To go with some of Mr. Mumm’s excellent champagne I made some assorted bruschetta, my favourite being those made with sea urhchin eggs…
Roasted spuds went on the side with the meat, and disappeared remarkably quickly. I tried to find a good horseradish from an imported foods store here, but in vain. I went for a nice Dijon mustard instead.
I also should mention I went fishing for haze again…with the water being slack most of the day, it was tough fishing but at least it was not as cold as last week; of the fish I caught most were rather middling-sized bucks, but amongst the catch were a few large, gravid females.
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