Although here in the Mystic East the 25th is a normal working day, some of the natives here have acquired the curious habit of eating the atrocious KFC as a kind of Christmas celebration, but as I find their dishes singularly revolting, I cooked at home instead. I planned on roasting a duck, but as I couldn’t find a nice fat specimen I went for beef Wellington instead. Anyway, if you are celebrating, I wish you happy holidays and good fortune for the New Year.
The pastry came out tolerably well, but the meat wanted a little more roasting; although I like my beef very rare, this is a taste not shared by the mem’sahib. To go with some of Mr. Mumm’s excellent champagne I made some assorted bruschetta, my favourite being those made with sea urchin eggs…
Roasted spuds went on the side with the meat, and disappeared remarkably quickly. I tried to find a good horseradish at an imported foods store here, but in vain. I went for a nice Dijon mustard instead to go with the beef, and went with a traditional demi glace-Marsala sauce on the side as well. I must confess to buying my demi glace ready-made, since I am not a gentleman of leisure and really didn’t have the day or so to prepare it myself at hand. Everything else though, was made from scratch.
I also should mention I went fishing for haze again…with the water being slack most of the day, it was tough fishing but at least it was not as cold as last week; of the fish I caught most were rather middling-sized bucks, but amongst the catch were a few large, gravid females. I extracted the roes, added them to the pickling jar and then ate the fish as tenpura.