Saturday, January 1, 2011

Joyeux Noel

I wanted to share with you a few UK holiday traditions.  Mulled Wine and Mince Pies, and Crackers and Crowns were present at every Christmas party (and one day in the school cafeteria just for fun) and  Boxing Day was a sight to behold.  I know there are more I am forgetting in this post but I wanted to get it online as Christmas was over a week ago already.  I may come back and sneakily update it with more....


Mulled Wine and Mince Pies

The first of the holiday traditions I was introduced to was mulled wine and mince pies.  You can't have one without the other.  Take the usual wassail, use red wine instead of apple juice, and Bob's your uncle (we're in England now, folks.  Getting alcohol into every tradition is, well, tradition!).  Mince pies are essentially single-serving, double-crust pies filled with a sweet fruit mixture that is made of spices and sugar and served hot from the oven.  The warm wine goes straight to your head and the hot pie goes straight to your heart.  The perfect combination for a cold winter night!  My flatmate has a friend who invited us over and made both of these tasty treats by hand.  These stand out as the best of the best for the entire holiday season (and believe me when I say I had many points of comparison).




Crackers & Crowns

Another December duo worth mentioning is Christmas crackers and crowns.  Crackers basically look like a big piece of candy.  Two people pull the ends apart and a little CRACK happens when the cap-gun type strip in the middle is torn apart.  Each one contains three items: a small present, a Laffy Taffy quality joke, and a crown.  It may sound a little silly but there is something about these little babies that brings the kid out in everyone.  We all get excited to show each other our gift, share our terrible joke, and put on our way-cooler-than-burger-king crowns.





Tube Strikes

Ok ok, this isn't really a tradition but it's worth mentioning that the day after Christmas (a day where NO train, bus, or boat transportation services were running) there was a tube strike.  This made day two of the holiday season pretty difficult to navigate.  We found our way through though and went on a lovely walk around the city to recover from our taco binge on Christmas eve.

Boxing Day 

The history of boxing day refers to a time when people would give small gifts to the poor.  I've read a few different versions of the history; some say churches would put out collection boxes for people to drop money in, some say people would give small gifts to those they know who are less fortunate, and one said people would leave one small present unopened and donate it to a poor person the day after Christmas.

Modern tradition suggests shopping rather than giving.  Oxford street is absolutely jam-packed with people raking in Boxing Day bargains (though I use the word hesitatingly as it doesn't seem to me a bargain to risk your life or sanity for a dress at 50% off).  Take Black Friday, reduce the distance between normally far-flung stores to approximately two feet, throw in thousands of tourist, then transfer this image to a street as wide as SLC Main street (narrowing it further to remove Trax), and you might have a sense of this mayhem.  On our Boxing Day walk, Yafit and I felt like we had the city to ourselves and a big reason for it was this shopping frenzy.  We weren't anywhere near it that day and I am so glad.  I found myself catching a bus on Oxford Street on the 27th, not thinking about how mad it was.  These pictures really don't give you an idea at all but at least you can expand from here.


I kid you not, this line (starting from the left, going to the right, and wrapping around the building) was for people waiting to go to Abercrombie & Fitch).


Notice that the light is green for us.  Cars continued to cross the other way and, much worse, people kept darting out from between the oncoming busses right in front of the driver.  I never felt us hit a "speed bump," as it were, but it seemed impossible we weren't leaving a trail of shopping roadkill in our wake.   

2 comments:

Alex said...

Looks like Christmas in London is fun, I wish I could have been there! But I do love the tasty descriptions of the food. Maybe you should be a food critic. Writing and eating and getting money. Wow. They pay people for that.

My Name is Not Nicole said...

I think being a stupidly picky eater limits my ability to be a food critic a little. Either that or it makes me the best one ever because the food would have to not only taste amazing but be made mostly from yogurt and pickles. Maybe I should pursue this after all!