Freaking Nora, it’s 2015!
Welcome to the New Year! How was Christmas for you? How much have you managed to consume in 7 days? How was the hangover yesterday? It’s like we haven’t seen each other in ages!
The Muddy Christmas was a fun affair (thanks for asking!). No pressies for me, except the whopper, my new piece of Pure Evil art from EyeLike Gallery that’s transformed my living space. I never get bored of looking at it. I think I might try to extend that idea of less is more – one thing I save for that makes an impact rather than frittering my money away on a thousand inconsequential things.
Given I had so much practise with cookery courses pre-Christmas, I don’t deserve too much of a pat on the back pulling off an OK lunch on the big day. Up at 6am peeling potatoes like Cinders (wahhh), I also managed to make blinis on Christmas morning thanks to exec Stoke Park chef Chris Wheeler, and a galette du roi learnt on my Le Manoir course that Raymond Blanc would have raised his eyebrows at (it, um, didn’t look quite like the one from the course), but my kids scoffed in seconds. My experiment with goose fat potatoes was a bit mixed – I overdid the fat and ended up trying to dry out the potatoes for an extra hour. They tasted good in the end but they were like little bombs of cellulite – every time I ate one it was like my buttocks expanded another inch. I was like a slightly less oiled Kim Kardashian by the end of it. At 6pm I was asleep on the sofa, so knackered I couldn’t even rouse myself for Downtown Abbey (I KNOW!).
Christmas feels a bit distant now that we’ve had New Year though, doesn’t it? I did bash out some resolutions, mainly because I enjoy the tradition of writing the same things on my list every year, nearly all somehow related to regaining the extraordinary body that I probably never had except in my dreams. I’m usually the model Resolutioner until 10 January, when I become monstrously bored with struggling up at 6am in the freezing cold to go for a swim with hundreds of other flinty faced dieters, and subsequently lose the will to make yet another wind-inducing bean soup.
But for now I feel happy. I ate a healthy cod and sweet potato chips last night (I know, get me). My hangover has gone-ish. And I’m soooo glad to be back at my desk, writing Muddy and chatting to you. This year I’m going to work even harder to bring you the coolest, quirkiest, most unmissable bits of Oxfordshire and Bucks (and don’t forget to check out Muddy Hertfordshire if you’re heading that way) so you can make the very best of your free time. From living it up in the city to chilled out Chiltern landscapes, from the very best pubs to the funkiest shops, you’ll find out about it first on Muddy.
By the way, you may like to know that I’ve had a quiet word with 2015 and it’s good news – the word is it’s going to be your year. Let the fun commence!