Rex Whistler (1905-1944): Father Christmas, 1939
Wishing all my loyal readers a very Happy Christmas and Best Wishes for the New Year. A massive thank you to all those who have taken the time to leave comments and send personal emails over the last few years.
It's goose for us tomorrow- rather than turkey, and I'm trying to think up ways of cooking those pesky brussel sprouts. About to nip off to the supermarket to buy a bottle of Riesling à l' Alsace. Undercooking them with bacon, shallots and garlic, and then braising them in the wine could be a good way to go.
By the way, until recently, I hadn't really cottoned on to quite how long I have been writing The Greasy Spoon. Checking my records, I see that my very first post was back in the Autumn of 2007. Lea & Perrins was the subject! In those days, blogging hadn't really taken off and people I met at cocktail parties would give me a strange look when I admitted to them that this is what I did in my spare time. How things have changed in the last eight years. Fascinated to discover what else is store for us over the next decade.
The Spoon has now- in its own small way- become a rather endearing habit, and it would feel strange indeed if it wasn't around. So long may it continue, and I look forward to exploring new ideas with you over the course of 2016. Happy Christmas!
