With the winds of change following the passing of dear Grandfather Cornwall, new traditions were sought for the celebrations of Christmas Day. One said gleefully, "I have the fondest acquaintance named Charles, who has a friend named Bob, who oft has goose for supper on Christmas day." Everyone cheered with delight, "Yes, yes. We must have a goose." Mother checked with the local butcher to make the request. When it was ready, Father went to pick it. Never having cooked a goose, Mother called upon her trusted friend Martha for advice. Stuffed and spiced, the goose dove into the oven for a long winter's nap. It resurfaced golden brown and sizzling.
Father sharpened his favorite knife and carved the goose with such care. Donned in our gay apparel, we gathered around the festive table. After grace, we raised our forks and ate the first bite all at once.
Father "said he didn't believe there ever was such a goose cooked. Its tenderness and flavor, size and cheapness, were the themes of universal admiration. Eked out by apple sauce and mashed potatoes, it was a sufficient dinner for the whole family." - A Christmas Carol
What a fun occasion we had at 336. It helped to have a fun crowd to experiment with a new activity.
ReplyDelete'Twas the finest Christmas dinner I think I'll ever have the privilege of partaking. Thank you for providing such a memorable dining experience. It will be one Christmas memory I will love to share for years and years to come!
ReplyDeleteI love the progression of the goose cooking. What a fine goose that was! It was roasted to perfection.
And my, my what a dashing young gentleman I married. I think Jeff was born in the wrong era, he really plays the part well.
Oh what a fun new tradition. The food all looked delicious especially that GOOSE!!!
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