festive fayre

Every year, I religiously boil up the goose giblets for stock, then cut them up and offer them to the Tribe.  And every year, the Tribe peruse the contents of their bowl with a look that says “You expect us to eat that?”  And then we throw it away – it’s an Xmyth tradition in this house.

This year, I did something different for the gravy; I fried up the giblets in a bit of olive oil, and when they were done, I chopped them up in the food processor because I was in a hurry.  I put them in a cat bowl, and was almost knocked down by two kittins positively hurtling towards this mannah.  Henry and Ron ate pretty much the lot (I think Lilith had a small look in).

Now, whether this is because they are not pedigrees and thus less picky, or whether it’s because the gizzards were fried, and so weren’t overcooked, I don’t know, but they certainly wolfed it down.  We’ll try that again; the gravy was gorgeous too.

In other news, we had sprouts with pancetta and almonds as part of our christmas dinner.  Due to pressure on the fridge, we left them in a dish with the apples in Calvados on the kitchen worktop.  In the morning, we found Iggy with his face in the dish, snarfing up the pancetta.  No bubble and squeak for us now.