Merry Christmas!

If, like me, you adore food and Christmas, then you may well eat and drink too much over the next couple of weeks. I know, I know, that’s not actually what Christmas is about but for most people it is one of the givens of the season. So this evening when the family sits down to its Christmas Eve feast why don’t I skip the champagne cocktail, pass on the roast potatoes and say “no” to the pud with brandy butter. It will be far better for my physical health.

On the other hand, why don’t I just hack off my right arm with a blunt butter knife and while I am at it why don’t I also poke out my left eye with a chipolata wrapped in bacon.

After all, it is not the week or so of gastronomic excess that is making me, how shall I put it ... ahem ... cuddly ... (I have a stubborn feminist streak that just refuses to call myself “fat”) (even if I was) (and I am not) (so there), it is actually what I do the other 360 or so days of the year that makes the difference.

Sure, Christmas does present so many opportunities to over-indulge but I’m not going to blame Santa. I am going to enjoy my holiday treat and I hope you do too ... let’s worry about the calories in January, because as they say in the (South African) classics, more is nog ’n dag.

La Femme closes for two weeks now, so see you in the New Year!