My first Christmas with OH we had a real dilemma who to spend it with. My family are Christian, his aren't, but he was the only person in his family wo could cook, and Christmas has become a pretty cross cultural family time. So the comprimise was that together we cooked Christmas lunch for his family, in London, then, got in the car and drove to my family in the west country and ate Christmas dinner there. We were crying with how full we were! Luckily we cooked turkey for his family and had the more traditional goose with mine. Otherwise it would have been almost total rerun of the same meal! We were almost the only people on the road, and it was quite romantic having the middle of the day to ourselves like that, and it was nce and unusual, to be cooked fo having slaved over a stove earlier in the day. I did, for my family, a paired down 4 course meal at his house...with him....my mother showed no mercy, our stomachs had to compress for her standard 7 courses. The next day, Boxing Day, I took DH to a Boxing day hunting meet, unsure how he'd take to it, being resolutely un countryfied, but he liked it.
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