Leftovers; jam roly-poly and custard

Pretty much everyone I know is in agreement that the leftovers are the best bit of Christmas eating, and that’s also true with the slightly different Christmas dinner we had: the chicken wellington was certainly much easier to cut when cold, I’m very relieved to say.

We didn’t have bubble and squeak in the end as I judged the quantities of veg so perfectly we didn’t have any left over. Instead we had fresh cooked veg, retrieved from the outside freezer (in the garage, which is attached to the house) by torchlight (well, torch app on my phone) as the garage light decided to stop working. Then the oven gloves did their usual trick, which is to perfectly protect mum’s hands while leaving me holding my hand under the cold tap to cool my burnt thumb.

After all that, I’m pleased to say dinner was very good, or would have been very good if there hadn’t been so much bacon involved. Said no meat eater ever. 🤭

Then jam roly-poly, another Aunt Bessie special, cooked (or at least reheated) in the microwave, and served with custard (which reminds me, I must make sure I’ve put more custard in our next grocery order). The roly-poly wasn’t as good as homemade, obviously, but was pretty decent for a sub-£2, from the freezer treat.

So that was Boxing Day. Tomorrow is back to carers coming in for mum, so I might get a bit more rest, once I’ve decided what to ask the carer to cook for dinner. Whatever it is, I must remember to warn the carer about the treachery of the oven gloves: we don’t need any more burnt fingers around here!

Right, I’m hitting publish – sorry for any typos, but The Masked Singer is on TV and it’s taking all my attention, so I’m going to stop pretending I’m not watching it and end this here, 20 minutes after I started this sentence. 😬