Post Christmas Post-Mortem

7 birds of chicken. 6 kg of mutton. 5 bags of flour. 4 family members. 3 consecutive days of shopping. 2 narrating personalities. ONE MISSION: Christmas.

( the following post mortem may contain extremely typical and corny details)

First thing's first. Albert must beg your forgiveness for not blogging last week. Also for the last angst-ridden, pre-christmas depression tainted posting. He forgot about Christmas food. Hence, Christmas was a blast.

Well, he has been really busy these past few days. Helping out in the cooking really. But he didnt cook of course, festive dishes are way out of his league, eventhough he can cook. Owh no. Festive dishes are in a class of their own compared to day-to-day cooking. In his mother's class to be specific. When she really cooks, like during a special occasion like this, she SERIOUSLY cooks. Your familiar Indian meat dishes are elevated to heights only a true connoisseur can scale. People like Albert can only dream he could cook like his mom. Wanna know how its like to work in a pressure-cooker kitchen where speed and only the best will do, huh?

Huge amounts of steam billowly rises as the Master Chef punishes the wok with the heavy whippings of her ladle. "Tomato," she utters in a authoritative tone.

The Kitchen boy ignores the perspiration trickling down his face, he instinctively grabs a tomato, removes the pith skillfully with a knife, chops it, and hands it to the Master Chef. Tension freezes the muscles in his face, as the Master chef scans the tomatos, knowing exactly what to look for, and what shouldnt be there. She dumps it into the gurgling curry. Without a word. He heaves a sigh of relief, and has a total of 2 seconds to compose himself, before he is faced with another task demanding more precision and speed.

This goes on for a couple of days, until all cooking were finished. But he has to say, the Devil curry packed more of a punch than a certain football team that goes by similar a name. Just sucking on that piece of mutton bone, feeling every bit like his ancestral predescesors. The bone marrow was simply devine. Truly an Indian delicacy. The curry was fantastic too, especially since she ditched her usual health consciousness and decided for sinful delights like the ones Albert enjoyed. Only once a year, such food. Sigh.

Then of course, was church. There was this 200 strong choir, who gave Albert repeated goosebumps when they sang every song with with a certain devine grandeur. Now this is how you deliver the Christmas message.

So what did he get for Christmas? Nothing actually. But he has many things to be thankful for. His hair for instance. It has never been this long in his entire life. Which is a good thing. And he can keep it this long. Until school of course. And if you followed the previous post, you would know that his mum was trying to switch his school. But the whole thing seems like its going to fall through(not gonna happen). Something about the policy of the other school. Or whatever, he is just happy that he gets to finish his last year at SS17. And he cant wait to get back to school.

And, before he starts getting sentimental, he has to restrain himself, because in the next post he shall give his faithfull readers a recap of the whole year, and his new year resolution, and it will be the longest thing ever, so for now, Happy New Year 2007!!