Christmas and Biscuits

Chrismas is a great moment… I think it is the best moment of the year actually, and I spend twelve months eagerly waiting for it! As far as I am concerned, it has only been synonymous of cold, snow and Christmas tree for a few years. Indeed, since I was born, Christmas has been to me a period of cyclones, hot and wet heat and a celebration with a Flamboyant tree by way of Christmas tree. You could say it is different and original but I really love these last years and the chimney fires, the hot chocolates and the warm duvets on the sofa…

Anyway, last Saturday was the day when we decorated the fir in order to turn it into a beautiful Christmas tree. We also painted nice drawings on the windows, switched on strings of fairy lights and lighted a nice and warm fire (I love this last part 🙂 )

Say hello to the nice and fragrant spruce!

And, guess what? For the first time in my life, I cooked Christmas biscuits with my new family. All of us together, we took possession of the kitchen and made our own biscuits! Yes, even the men helped 😀

What is the point of this article you will tell me… I guess my point is to tell you about the great weekend I spent and most of all to breathe the Christmas joy into you, dear reader. But actually, the main reason is that we experienced – without knowing it I reassure you – something every cook dreadfully fears at every second: to burn what was being prepared 😀

Indeed, as I told you before, we took to heart to make Christmas biscuits after we decorated the tree. I made a big biscuit man (like the one in Shrek! But definitely more handsome! ) and others made stars, hearts, etc. – it really helps to have die cutters, people ! We put the first batch in the oven and ten minutes later they were all golden brown and tantalising. Don’t worry we saved them for dessert. Then, we put the second batch in the oven, we should have thought it was already really hot, and when we came back eight minutes later, the biscuits were different from the others, I can say that they were nearly burnt; I suppose we can even consider they were burnt, as their golden colour was finally turning into black 😀

Hopefully my cute and smiling little man was cooked with the first batch ahah! Here he is on the right corner.

The whole story made us laugh eventually, because black biscuits were an original idea after all, and the taste was not so bad 😀 It is an anecdote we will tell the rest of the family.

I love Christmas, and burnt biscuits will not put a stop to that!

Chrismas five! (Do you know How I met Your Mother? )