I love seasonal food and all it signals. 
Asparagus means summer is round the corner, strawberries mean Christmas is round the corner, oyster season means I'll be going over to the family-of-four-boys-six-and-under and making a pig of myself with oysters, whitebait season means I'm going to find me someone to cook me some whitebait.
I always think of seasonal food as a treat. I don't think I would feel the same about these foods if I could wrap my laughing gear around them twelve months a year.
Same with dining out. With work I tend to travel a reasonable amount which means eating out. I always find it's fun to begin with, but even after two days of buying breakfast, lunch and dinner from a menu the treat of eating out starts to become a drag. Not another freaking menu. Too many treats.
Now, I would like to apply this theory to Christmas. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas.
But in December.
If you start to torture me with Christmas in October, I will really resent Christmas by the time it eventually rocks around. And you will most probably find 'fucking' not terribly far from 'Christmas' in sentences that come out of my mouth.
And when I saw that full blown Christmas tree yesterday, I was not filled with the spirit of Christmas, no, I wanted to slam my head in the door.
Retailers, if you're listening, PLEASE DON'T RUIN CHRISTMAS FOR THE REST OF US BY GIVING US BLANKET COVERAGE FROM OCTOBER.
Please don't make us hate Christmas.
Cause I'd like to stay fond of it, if that's okay.
12 comments:
Strawberries mean Christmas. Tee-hee. You silly upside down people.
Hey Mwa, Christmas also means salmon on the barbie!
Maybe the international court that deals with war crimes could outlaw all things related to Christmas until at least the 25th of November. I do think allowing such to occur this early classifies as a crime against humanity. I'm with you, Kate!
Great idea Jayne, I'll draw up a petition.
Years ago I had to threaten the Fledgling Sparrow with death if she started singing/humming Xmas songs before Dec. 1st. The day after Thanksgiving here (always a Friday, as Thanksgiving is a moveable feast, it's the last Thursday in November) marks the "official" start of the holiday season and so people rush out to the stores at 4 in the morning to buy useless crap and then come home and put up the Xmas tree. Needless to say, I do not partake of this tradition.
We get strawberries year-round now here, from a stand in the field, and that was not the case when I was growing up (yay, GM/alien implant crops!) and my birthday is in December and as a kid I always wanted strawberry shortcake for my birthday so this year I believe I will treat myself as I do not think I can get fresh strawberries right out of the field in December in Northern Ireland next year.
Unless that global warming thing hurries up.
I feel the same way. I like my holidays in order. Decorate for Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then and only then Christmas.
I would knock yourself out re the strawberries this year Fat Sparrow, cause I suspect you're right re:their avaliability in Ireland in December. Cause somehow I don't think Global Warming has that much respect for deadlines.
Hello Peach Tart! You guys are lucky in that you've got other holidays/celebrations to be getting with that kind of buffer you from blanket Christmas coverage.
I heard 'Mary's boy child' in House of Fraiser the other day! NOOOOOOOO!
Doesn't it make you want to crawl under a rock, FMC?
I'm with you.
I can't stand it. Stop rushing us through life! Same thing with clothes. Take it easy on the shorts and pool stuff in December retailers.
Hi Mrsblogalot, you're right, however I am rather fond of the 'BIG SUMMER SALES!' about weeks after summer has actually started (as retailers attempt to clear the floor for autumn stock).
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