I love winter. I really do. I love all the winter root vegetables, the stews, the hotpots, the snuggly warmth of a cup of hot chocolate, wrapped up, indoors, looking out at a frozen world, the excitement of Christmas just around the corner...
The cold I can just about deal with, but I have to admit that even I struggle sometimes with the short days. And this weekend just gone was a classic: heavy, ominous, dark grey clouds, not a glimmer nor a spark of sun or blue sky. There wasn't even any rain, just this constant threat hanging the air. We had to have the lights on to see all day both Saturday and Sunday.
And that's partly why Christmas is so exciting: we counteract the darkness with sparkling, glittering lights, glimmering tinsel, shiny giftwrap; and then we fill ourselves with warm, rich, exotic foods. We feast, we drink - we damn well make the best entertainment for ourselves that we can to ease the pain of the long, dark, cold winter.
So, I spent this dark and dreary November weekend comforting myself with fruits from sunnier climes and spices from exotic lands... and then soaking them in lots and lots of booze.
Recipe here - thanks to Farmersgirl Kitchen for linking to it on her blog.