The Turkey Trot to Christmas

The last few weeks, well, they’ve been a whirlwind of candy cane, train rides, happy faces, unruly inboxes, Christmas shopping & sick. Tis the holiday season!

In the midst of the madness, one of my nearest and dearest friends, Kyla, came to London and we got to celebrate a little Christmas in London with her. We had several friends over for lunch one Sunday after church, the kids played miraculously well doing trains and colouring, we set up a good Ratpack Christmas playlist on Spotify and the result of the whole experience was Christmas card perfection. It was such a nice start to the holiday season.

Also, my friend Rosie texted me an hour before lunch and asked if she should bring anything for pudding. She soon strolled in with a homemade flourless chocolate cake warm from the oven. I mean, come on, people. How are there actually people who can do things like this? She’s in her third trimester, too! I was mega-impressed and so happy to have stollen her healthy-ish recipe so that I can, too, look like a hero at some point in the future when I waltz into a gathering with one of the same cakes!

Now I feel like I need to make a little disclaimer:

I am not one of those people who can magically produce a lovely roast dinner from their oven without breaking a sweat. So the truth is: Donald Russell sent me a Christmas box on dry ice from Scotland (how fancy does that sound, I know?) stuffed with all their best for Christmas. The entire spread was sent on dry ice and arrived at our door ready to pop in the oven. How amazing is that? I felt like a queen… especially, because Donald Russell actually has a Royal Warrant and is a butcher for the Royal Family. (Again, how fancy, right?) Consider me a convert for the future of Knight family Thanksgivings + Christmas dinners.