HAPPY THANKSGIVING AMERICA!
It had slipped my mind that the festive season is upon us. I’ve been far too engrossed in aliens and feathers probably. Zimbabwe’s people are mostly very poor. Poor enough to earn a wage that will purchase six or seven items for the entire month for their families, that’s if they have a job at all, so I personally don’t have big Christmas bashes anymore. We still have a special day, only with not too much. It just doesn’t seem right for here and now. It’s nicer for me to put a smile on the dial of a child that would appreciate a plate of hot food quite a lot more than an expensive toy.
Not that I’ve got anything against big Christmas bashes, I’ve had a good few in my time. We still have a tree and all the lovely trimmings on the day, and my addiction to pink champers and chocolate is widely known, I just like to keep it low key.
The chocolate is the thing that I look forward to most every year, and would not give up for anything. I like to make up little parcels of home made sweets for my friends every year. I tell myself that this is because I’m a really nice person, but really it’s because I get to spend a full day in my kitchen, covered in not quite set marshmallow, warm fudge, and melted chocolate. The birds end up pretty well coated too. By the time I’ve made absolutely sure that every flavour of truffle is fit for human consumption, there generally aren’t any of the coconut variety left. I used to make small bottles of cream and coffee liqueur, but those required tasting too, and most people don’t like half bottles of booze in their stockings.
I’m definitely getting into the vibe though. Christmas can never lose it’s magic, and its links to warm and wonderful moments of childhood. The carols, mince pies, and the silly, slooshy tv movies. Bring it on.
Till next time friends. xxx