Well! New Years Eve 2020. What a year it has been. Here in Derbyshire we have today joined many other areas of England in Tier 4. 2021 is going to start with no hope of pre pandemic life returning. This year my family has had a birth, a death and a range of ill health (not Covid). I have taken the time to reflect on my own life and the community around me. Despite disagreeing with the handling of this new virus, I am acceptant of Covid related restrictions and lockdown as the new norm.
This week we have seen snow. Pottering indoors does not seem so traumatic. Slipping and sliding to the supermarket yesterday my back decided to seize up; stiff and delicate is the best way to describe my new year celebrations. I have my jar of 2020 events to burn at midnight, and my crisp clean 2021 diary at the ready.
I broke tradition on Christmas Day and had lamb curry, pilau rice, homemade flatbreads and pickles. There was less pots, less work and smiling tummies all round. The diced lamb was marinaded overnight in yoghurt, garlic, ginger, cumin, coriander and cinnamon. It was then slow cooked with fried onion, vegetable stock, tinned tomatoes and fresh coriander. The flatbreads were a simple dough of plain all purpose flour (200g), cumin (1tsp), coriander (1tsp), cinnamon (1/2tsp) and water. The dough was cut into four and each flatbread rolled thinly, then fried in vegetable oil until both sides were brown.
I was going to break tradition again today, instead of takeaway in front of the television was going to cook roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Because of my poorly back that has been scrapped and tradition reinstated. All we need to do tonight is argue over pizza, kebab, Chinese or Indian.
Happy New Year! Stay Safe! Stay Well! Stay Hopeful!