So I was Christmas shopping yesterday, how much useless crap is there out there? Does your man really need another handy shaving kit complete with golf tees? What about a crepe maker? Or a three pack of perfumed mosturiser with body glitter?
I went to the ole faithful bookshop for more intellectual inspiration. The cookbook section yielded more quasi celebrity chefs cashing in on their quasi fame. They make food for God’s sake, they don’t save lifes. How many more re-inventions of the basic pasta dish do we need? There were 2 Tana Ramsay books and 1 Gordon Ramsay book - funny how all is quiet on the Ramsay front at the moment given his recent salacious rumours. Yet ANOTHER Nigella Lawson book Christmas, her beaming bosom shining seductively whilst holding an unnaturally glossy roast turkey. Neil Perry has outdone himself this time on the packaging, a heaving tome of south east asian recipes hard cover bound and in a beautiful box with asian crysanthemums - I’m surprised there wasn’t a scratch and sniff section. I still love cookbooks, don’t me wrong but the ridiculousless of it is not lost on me.
Hmm, maybe less cranky writing now…The one thing I love about Christmas is our indulgence in getting a real pine tree. The smell is intoxicating. Anything artificial that claims to smell pine fresh, doesn’t even come close to the real thing. I come home from work, open the door and am hit by the overwhelming goodness of fresh pine. Well first, by a small furry white dog, but he doesn’t smell so pine fresh, more Eau de Doggy.
9 days and counting. How is the prelude to Christmas going for you?