It's been brilliant. I cooked the roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and so on that I would have cooked for Christmas if we'd all been together then and we've had a very entertaining evening. Everyone loves the new dining room, and it's great to have so much space. It's a big room, 24 feet by 18, so the 8 foot-something table looks quite small in there. Another table is added to make it long enough for all of us to eat at, and there's still plenty of room. It's really warm as a bonus.
Afterwards, Al and Dilly produced a pack of indoor fireworks. I was thrilled! We used to love them when Weeza and Al were little, they were hilarious, especially the one that expanded like a snake across the table, giving off noxious sulphurous fumes. They still have that one, but overall they don't seem quite as smelly and smoky as we remember - although members of the family who left the room for one reason or another during the display didn't return. In the end, it was just Al, Dilly, Wink, me and the children who stayed, loving every minute until the end. Everyone else said that it was too smelly and smoky. Hah! They don't know what's good. I've requested some for my birthday celebrations.
Al and co live next door so they went home, of course, but everyone else is staying over, so that's brilliant too. No rush home to put children to bed, everyone can have as much as they want to drink - not that it's been much, actually. We all seem to have been quite abstemious. We ate early because of the children, so no pre-dinner drinks. And I got a big enough joint of meat for Sunday lunch for everyone, in case they could stay, so it seems that we'll do it all again tomorrow. Excellent. Nothing I like better than cooking for lots of people.
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Not seen indoor fireworks. Sounds like fun!
Yorkshire pudding: yummm!
It sounds wonderful, Z, I can taste the Yorkshires (and the gravy and roasties, and sprouts I hope), and smell those sulphorous sparklers!
I've succumbed to Twitter btw.
Not wishing to be a Wet blanket I remember indoor fireworks eagerly anticipated but being the biggest dissappointment
Not wishing to be a Wet blanket I remember indoor fireworks eagerly anticipated but being the biggest dissappointment
Sounds great fun.
Oh, but the one that squirts out all over the table makes up for the ones that just give out little puffs, Rog. And there were mini sparklers and I was given one of them! I wrote my name and Granny and everything! Marvellous.
Gravy, roasties, sprouts and all, Tim. No Christmas pudding, but bread and butter pudding and apple sponge pudding instead, with custard.
Twitter, yay. I shall look for you there.
I did not know that such a thing like indoor-fireworks exist.
That sounds like a brilliant evening. I like having people over and feeding them too. Do you think women have some inbuilt urge to make sure their guests have enough to eat? It's a trait that my mother and aunts have as did both my grandmothers.
I've heard of indoor fireworks but never seen them.
Well, Rog has a point, they're not all that fireworky. But we were in a mood to be very easily pleased and it was instant nostalgia!
I suspect so, Liz. I worry if I don't provide far too much food!
I love cooking for people. Don't like the clean up so much.
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