We celebrated Christmas this year with roughly forty people. I could not count accurately as they were Sicilian, therefore unable to keep still.
There were four different pasta courses. One was spaghetti with olive oil, lemon zest and cheese, served in a bowl carved out of a whole Parmesan cheese.
Another pasta course was with squid, in squid ink sauce. This pasta is bucatini, which are like drinking straws so the sauce goes all up the inside.
My brother in law bought rather a lot of fish, so much in fact that he could set up his own fishmonger’s stall on the balcony.
We roasted the whole swordfish and there were no leftovers. I wouldn’t have minded a swordfish sandwich on Boxing Day.
This is my sister-in-law’s father-in-law, in a red pinny, taking a break with my sister-in-law’s husband’s second cousin’s uncle-in-law. I think that’s who he is, or else maybe Danny De Vito sneaked in?
There were about twelve different desert courses. I lost count as my eyes were bulging. I liked this tree made of biscuits… though just for looking at.
After all the eating, it was time for Father Christmas to bring the presents.
Once my father-in-law was all dressed up, The Godmother said:
“He doesn’t look like Santa, he looks like one of the elves in disguise!”
“Get ready children!” she called along the corridor. “Pixie Claus is coming!”
There was so many children we decided two Santas were needed. But …Crisis!
When we opened Second Santa’s costume, there was no beard! My sister in law made one out of cotton wool and sticky tape.
He looked as if he had just been dischared from the surgical unit.
“Grandpa, did you get hurt coming down the chimney?”
We spent the night in the Verdura Resort Hotel. My son realised the entire family could easily fit into the vast bed, and decided that Four-Posters’R’Us!
I found a massage bed in the bathroom upon which you can order a massage via room service. I ordered Hubby to give me a massage, but he was fast asleep.
He was getting his strength up, so he could do it all over again on Boxing Day.