Christmas is the most nostalgic time of the year and I have wonderful memories of growing up smelling buttery cookies and watching the lights twinkle on the tree and of course that good ole tradition we shared in every year with the eggnog that I was not fond of. Oh how I love to rekindle those precious memories.
Then, there are those beautiful memories of my two sons, Ron and Daniel, that always brought so much joy to my heart especially their impatience to dive into opening their gifts and the smiles and happiness that made their mother shine with gladness. Then later came the grand kids! Oh how my heart smiles big and how I wish they would stay little for ever! There is nothing like family during this time of year but I feel strongly that family should be this wonderful every single day and it is in my little family and I am entirely thankful for this.
Last year, I made it to England and celebrated Christmas there. I remember shopping in cold wet December and watching people that were foreign to me share in the same joy we share here. The stores had lovely holiday displays in their windows in those old buildings that amazed me to no end. But one memory that I am fond of is that of when I visited an Indian Restaurant on Christmas eve, Roshni!
The day before Christmas is an exceptionally busy day in England and that evening Chris and I went for dinner to relax and enjoy each other’s company. He had told me about the Indian cuisine especially, the curry so I was more than ready to give it a try. But first, he insisted we go to The Black Lake Inn which is a wonderful British restaurant and Pub that Chris raved over, and being that I love old buildings it was absolutely a moment of endearment in more ways than one and this particular place seemed to be the place to go on Christmas eve.
After leaving the Inn we headed to Roshni. The Indian restaurant was located in the middle of a village and the light drizzle of rain against the Christmas lights along the corridor there made me feel as if I had stepped back into a different era of time. I stood looking around me before entering the building trying to absorb that nostalgic feeling. I felt so thankful to be there and my anxiousness was growing by the minute so we headed in and was greeted with the most outstanding welcome I’ve ever encountered and when the staff found out I was an American, things really became interesting.
Chris ordered for the both of us and we each had the Curry. This was a perfect place to commemorate my first Christmas in England and I am enjoying my little momentos through the photos that I took. It was my first time ever trying the Curry and I must say as my dad always said, ” it’s enough to make your tongue slap your brains out!”
I had never heard of papadum which is a thin crisp round flatbread that doesn’t have much flavor to it but when you pair it with the mango chutney it indeed takes the taste bud to a different level and the yum becomes the big YUMMY and I especially fancied this addition to the Curry and we ordered take out from this same restaurant a couple of times afterwards. I really loved the staff as they brought me a Christmas card which added to my already value of their impressive ways of treating their customers. I especially loved how Chris kept asking if the guys on staff wrote their phone numbers on the card. That indeed brought laughter to the both of us and the staff. I shall always remember this wonderful memory of Christmas Eve last year as it is still a very special moment in time for me.
Thanks for the beautiful memories Chris, here’s wishing you and your beautiful mum a very Merry Christmas from my heart to yours from this end of the pond…
Merry Christmas to all of my fellow earthlings near and far. May your hearts be glad and full of wonder.