I have graduated from "oh real Christmas trees are so romantic", "it smells so delicious", "bugger, the branches are so floppy, the ornaments keep sliding off", "there are pine needles everywhere", "right, off to the tip as soon as it is open".
In my minimal defence, I did tip it at the green waste to become garden mulch and I have left all the other decorations up but I will consider a real tree with more scepticism while I am living in this hellish inferno that is Australia.
This being a working day, I scored 3 parcels in delivery with delayed Christmas gifts including both tasteful and useful things.
The Samin Nosrat focaccia was overbaked (I didn't hear the timer while I was wrestling the Christmas tree) but the taste was phenomenal. I had some with a sliced tomato for breakfast and then made a cheat's gazpacho for lunch (one very ripe tomato, one clove garlic, one quarter of small red onion, half a Lebanese cucumber, 4 ice cubes, a giant slug of red wine vinegar, ditto olive oil, generous salt, pulse in mini food processor) and ate another chunk.
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