Were you cleaning your roof?
Christmas is the grand national of the cooking year.
All the mugs are out in force.
I love to see fellas saying they have the gravy made dayās before with the turkey still sitiing in the butchers.
You have the all mugs on here off to a tee. It driveās them demented as well which makes it even better
They look superb
Where did you pull them out of? Iād ate them now
Mulroogās finest KP. The ould lad is cracked for them.
Good eye Fitzy. The paupers here wouldnāt recognise quality like that.
we got a bucket from the same bed recently
Thatās practically on his doorstep at home
Nothing better, especially if sourced fresh on your doorstep. A few of them just shucked with a pint of stout is one if lifeās great pleasures.
I donāt get the stout thing myself but good oysters with lemon and Tabasco are a real treat, buying and shucking them myself would possibly remove some of the joy. An rud is annamh is iontach.
Round two on the ham. Lovely toasted sandwich after a feed of Guinness
Youāll have fuck all left for the dinner. You probably had another lump of it for breakfast?
The shrewd ham chef cooks two hams, one for hacking and one for dinner
And he uses beef dripping for the spuds rather than goose fat.
Iām finding it quite relaxing today, Iāve done the same Christmas dinner for the past few years, lucky weāve adouble oven that can be transformed into a huge single, thereās a 19 pound bird just gone in
Ham was outstanding. Turkey was lovely. Cookedit for the bare 3 hours then took it out and insulated it with tea towels and tin foil. It was perfect. Potatoes, carrots and sprouts were spot on. Stuffing wasnāt great. Too moist.
I ended up the same , it looked done to me after 3 hours but the supposed cooking time was 4hrs 45mins. I turned off the oven and gave it another half an hour before taking it out and wrapping it. Was nice, would have been destroyed if Iād left it in any longer.
The dinner was a serious spread, must have been 13 different items on the plate between meat, veg, stuffings and sauces. Pure gluttony.
Incredible honesty as you come to expect from Fagan. Unlike you to have a blip of this proportion.
Itāll all be forgotten next August when you land the big one.
Nollaig Shona to you btw.