We had a wee Christmas. There were just three of us and we spent it together in the kitchen making our Christmas meal. It was fantastic.
I made up a menu a few days before, but we deviated from it a bit. We skipped the creamed spinach crostini, and subbed in homemade butter tarts for dessert.
My hubby got the stove end of the kitchen. He made the mushrooms for the turkey wellington, the stuffing and the potatoes.
My son and I got the prep end of the kitchen. We made the pastry, butter tarts, and the ravioli.
Our blended household has a few duplicated gadgets as a result of the family merger. A pasta maker is one of those items. Mine was languishing unused because I thought I had lost the crank, so we pulled my hubby’s unused one out of the box it had not yet left. As soon as my son saw it he declared that he had my pasta machine crank in a box in his closet, he just hadn’t know what it was. I don’t know which we ended up using. One of the boys will get one when they move out; most likely my son since he loves pasta and shows an interest in cooking.
The ravioli were based on a ravioli Jamie Oliver made in one of his Christmas specials. I made the filling the days before. It consisted of roasted squash and ricotta. [Recipe here]
I was sure we had puff pastry in the freezer but we didn’t and 
nobody wants to run out for last minute food items on Christmas so we used pie pastry. I had to make it for the butter tarts anyway. It worked OK.
The final meal was really tasty. But the true Christmas win was the great time we had spending hours in the kitchen together.
Make me eat my words. 