Not the prettiest

Not the prettiestNot the prettiest dinner ever, but hunger pangs drove us to eat without pausing to prettify. A Festive Five Hundred kilocalories, more or less. Chicken breast, cooked in a parcel with herbs and a mirepoix of veg, served with braised red cabbage and sprouts roasted with pancetta, chestnuts, sage and leeks. Actually very tasty and satisfying – neither of us feels at all robbed or deprived. Oops, good job I caught that, the spillchucker wanted that to be “depraved”

Merry Whatever to one and all, whatever your persuasion, or lack thereof. We had snow, did you?