Each November, I used to check this book out of my local library and browse through its lovely pages. But alas, before I could get through – it had to be returned. I did this for three consecutive years, until this year – finally – I found a used copy at my favorite book store .
The Christmas Chronicles takes the reader from November through January and covers everything most-British-holiday.
Each day of the season, Mr. Slater writes about food and its preparation sensuously and lovingly, but also gardening, practical tips, and decorating his home. He delves into childhood memories and fascinating insights into Christmas traditions and their origins.
There are lots of recipes, many of which I would never attempt, but are bound to make the cold months in the UK bearable. There are mince pies, malt loaf, winter drinks and Christmas wreaths, candlelight and carols.
There are much-loved (again very British) Christmas classics, such as goose and turkey (and making the most of the leftovers), mincemeat pies and, the infamous Christmas pudding –a flaming dome of booze-drenched cake which is featured in many a Dickens’ Christmas.
Here’s one I have tagged and may try — Panna Cotta flavored with buttermilk with cranberry and orange sauce.
Here are some favorite quotes:
The icy prickle across your face as you walk out into the freezing air. The piercing burn to your sinuses, like wasabi. Your eyes sparkle, your ears tingle. The rush of cold to your head is stimulating, vital, energising.
Home means more to us in cold weather. Making ourselves comfortable is a duty. Making friends and family comfortable is an art.
And some photos – and a sample of the lovely text – click to make larger:
The book itself is gorgeous. It’s beautifully produced, with thick paper, and gold leaf on the cover which catches the light prettily — as a bonus, it has a ribbon bookmark (something I always appreciate).
This book is not for everyone but if you are (or know) a raging anglophile then this would be a wonderful gift for the season. It celebrates the joy of simple pleasures — such as a cup of hot chocolate or the scent of oranges spiked with cloves.
I’m loving reading it every day, (I’m a bit behind) and will miss dipping into it each day once I get to the end. It’s like a daily dose of Dickensian joy during the season.