The celebrations are over and the feasting has taken its toll, how can I have put on so many pounds in so few days?! Plenty of indulgent treats still remain in the house and the chocolate keeps calling out to me! I have always loved chocolate. It was in short supply when I was a child and I can clearly remember the excitement of the day when sweet rationing finished and my father went to the local shop and cashed in our coupons. His favourite chocolate bar was Cadbury's fruit and nut, a milk chocolate bar with raisins and almonds. That was about as sophisticated as it got throughout the '40's and 50's. How things have changed, chocolates now are a work of art, concoctions of unusual taste combinations.
I think that you are supposed to eat only one, slowly, contemplating the artistry, but that requires great willpower, and where chocolate is concerned I don't possess any. I've already gobbled my way through all those that look like designer duck eggs.
I bought in a few gluten-free for those members of the family who were eating sensibly, only to discover that they were taking a sabbatical from healthy eating over the holiday period. The box will keep, I imagine, (although I don't really know since chocolate has never lasted any length of time in our house) as long as I can resist taking the lid off.
The food on NewYear's Eve was irresistible, Elaine, as ever, cooking up a storm and presenting everything so attractively. There were chocolates!
Some in the shape of lips - I had to try one!
Everything was delicious
and we all wanted to try on the labrador's new diamond Christmas collar!
AND there was dancing!
On NewYear's Day we went to a cast and crew party at Heartspace, our friends' gallery in Bristol.
Our hosts did us proud, the workrooms at the rear of the gallery had been cleared for entertaining
and before we settled down to look at the film we all tucked in to a hearty Indian meal.
All in all a very good start to 2015!
Wishing you health, happiness and lots of blogging
throughout the coming year.
I live with Himself (husband) in the coastal town of Bournemouth in the South-West of England.
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I have three blogs;
Share my garden,
My life in one hundred objects and
The 'Himself' blog consists of short stories and artwork, copyright of Peter Murphy.