Diary of a Writer – January 1st 2024

Happy New Year, dear readers.

It’s cold in Edinburgh although that doesn’t represent the kind of cold many people experience. My husband and I aren’t big Hogmanay enthusiasts so life is quietening down after a happy and enjoyable Christmas break. We saw family and friends and were introduced to several new faces.

On Christmas day, the capon cooked beautifully, the starter and the alternative pudding arrived on schedule and the tree didn’t fallen over. On Boxing Day, we met other members of the family and attended the one drinks’ party we’ve been invited to this year.

Are drinks’ parties out-of-fashion? Are we just becoming too old to be expected to stand for any length of time?

We held our usual family cards’ party, however, and a great time was had by all. There are leftovers. Yay! Regular readers know how devoted my catering is to the creative re-imagining of the leftover.

Tonight I’ll be cooking a trout caught by my son-in-law. Baked in butter with copious amounts of garlic and toasted flaked almonds to garnish – what could be better?

Following two+ weeks without heating, I’ll be doing some more charity knitting in 2024. Being cold is no fun.

Anne