Christmas Eve (French Style)

Sue prepared me a mulled wine before she plated up the meal we had bought in Cahors Market. I had got cold whilst we were there, and I couldn't warm up. At least, that was my excuse.

The meal, as you can see, looked good, and by golly, it was good.

We are so knocked out by the quality of some of the prepared meals, although it depends where you buy them. Our meal could easily have been cooked by the stall-holder's wife. In fact, bizarre as this Christmas is/has been/will be, (the 2 of us and the cats in our friend's little house), already it has taken on the aura of one of those times you vividly remember!