Christmas Lunch Bickering
Mila shared a story about her second-worst Christmas story. “1998 and the last Christmas lunch we had as a family at my grandparents’ house (my dad and grandfather died the following year). My gran was a fantastic traditional cook, but by this time was suffering terribly from arthritis, so two of my aunties offered to help out. We sat down, as always, to scotch broth, after which Gran and the aunties departed to serve up the main course.
“Screams from the kitchen had us all tearing through to discover that one of the aunties had decided to pop vegetables into the top shelf of the oven to keep warm – unfortunately in two large Tupperware boxes, which had now melted and dripped over turkey, roast potatoes, bacon rolls, etc. The entire meal was inedible, so we ended up having cheese and ham sandwiches, while we kids delighted in the sniping going on across at the adults’ table about who was to blame.” Christmas just ain’t Christmas without the typical finger pointing going around.