So Christmas 2011 came and went in the Little Pink Kitchen. It was the wee pink place’s first time hosting the main event, and we managed to cram 9 people into our tiny wee house.
Reasonably comfortably.
No mean feat.
Although the copious amount of booze Mr P had hidden in the shed might have helped.
Aside from the main event, we have seen a lot of friends and family, eaten a lot of food, and drunk a lot more than is sensible.
Goodtimes.
I hope the holidays have been as good for you guys.
Christmas Eve chips.
Good old Ballymena Rugby Club.
A Christmas Day picnic breakfast.
Not a picnic for any great romantic reason.
Mostly a picnic because every conceivable surface of the Little Pink Kitchen was covered in ingredients.
Cranberry sauce.
There is no such thing as too many cocktail sausages.
Fact.
I think this is the funniest picture of my husband i have EVER seen.
That includes the one of him dressed as Father Ted.
And the one of him dressed as a woman.
Bless him.
Christmas.
It’s all about Baby Cheeses, after all.
The best part?
My brother could totally beat me in a cook-off.
The Little Pink Kitchen comes over all embarrassed when Gareth is in control of the Big Blue Kitchen.
Colouring in party hats is actually the most fun you can have when sober.
Took me hours to finish this one-off.
No recipes.
Its fecking Christmas.
Just cook the dinner the way you, or your Mum, or your dad, or whoever, has been cooking the dinner since the beginning of time.
I tried a new stuffing recipe this year.
It was gorgeous, but it wasn’t the buttery, herby stuffing I have come to expect alongside my turkey.
Spend your time colouring in party hats with your cousins instead.
It is way more fun.
