Tuesday, 31 December 2013
Home with the Cat on New Years Eve
It has been about 40 years since I declared I would never again leave the house on this holiday eve. The decision came after a miserable night out - long story you can read here if you really care.
But that doesn't mean I don't have my own ritual – small as it is.
I always have an evening meal that I otherwise would rarely indulge for either health or price reasons and I make certain I have a book I am eager to read. That's it. And early to bed.
My meals throughout most of 2013 have been, by some standards, austere as I shaved several hundred calories a day from maintenance levels to shed 30-odd pounds. It has been many months since I considered this vegetable-centric regimen a “diet.” It's how I eat now.
But not exclusively.
One meal a week (that would be one out of 21), I allow myself a serving of something that I generally no longer eat. Most frequently, that is ice cream - the high end, high fat, high calorie kind - or an excellent cheese (the high end, high fat, high calorie kind) or, less commonly, a meal centered around, for example, an excellent little rack of lamb.
Tonight it will be cheese - the exquisite, hard-to-find, blue Stilton that seems to be creamy (instead of crumbly) only at Christmas time. I'll have the freshest grapes I can find to accompany it along with a glass or two of nicely-aged, vintage port.
Atkinson is a brilliant writer – I've been a fan for a good while - and I've been looking forward to reading this since it was published in early 2013.
That's it for me. What are your plans this evening? Here's an elegant, little countdown video I found online to help get you in the mood for a new year.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Henry Lowenstern: Dog Walkers' Doggerel