Did I miss my Turkey this Christmas?

Turkey and cranberry or foie gras and quercy lamb

This year was indeed my third Christmas away from home. Unlike that popular Christmas jingle sung by Chris Rea, I did not drive home for Christmas. If I missed Christmas before it was to join my girlfriend at her home in Southern France, in which I had enjoyed myself immensely.
I welcomed the change and relished my Christmas elsewhere. I saw Christmas rapidly turning more and more into a monotony of shopping and observing other people getting stressed out. Peoples rationality getting flung out the door as quick as their belongings that they are just about to replace. And of course the drilling, the non-stop drilling of Christmas music from the beginning of November right through to the day itself. At least in France they don't do this "Christmas music".

Now that I have celebrated my third Christmas in another country, or make that my first in another continent, I have missed many things about the better sides of Christmas. The reconnecting with family, friends and the very tasty drinks that binds them all together. I have deliberately left out the one thing that is questionably the epitome, nay, the centrepiece of Christmas day.

Christlunch Day

I got asked by a friend if I had missed my turkey Christmas dinner over here in Thailand. I was drinking Earl Grey tea at the time and I try to contain a hard and violent laugh to prevent tea from fountaining out of my face. 
My French girlfriend doesn't understand Christmas dinner. She has already sampled Sunday lunch and she doesn't understand that either. It's understanding the idea of getting your meat, pairing it with an array of either flaccid or rock solid vegetables and then euthanizing it by drowning it all in gravy.
Let's be honest, what isn't there to understand here? I like my Sunday lunch, my mother makes an amazing Sunday lunch like all mothers do. But the idea of having a Sunday lunch which shares similarities with Christmas is the conundrum.  

Our European neighbour loves Christmas as much as we do, they love and they understand that it is a special day. And a special day brings special treats. Christmas food is purchased as a luxury. No other day of the year would you eat things that the French have over Christmas. The finest of everything, spend as much as you can on the food, it's the only day that you'd consume such things.
So why is Christmas dinner in the UK Sunday lunch part II?

I remember one year Christmas landing on a Friday, we had Christmas dinner, Saturday we had left overs and Sunday we had  Sunday lunch! Cooked dinners were ruined for months after that marathon!

Looking at it, my Christmas lunch is turkey, vegetables, gravy (the same as Sunday lunch), cranberry sauce (which paired with gravy is a head-scratcher) and Brussel sprouts. Brussel sprouts! My god Brussel sprouts considered a luxury! Our European neighbours think we are masochists

So, did I miss my Turkey this year?

The idea of me missing Christmas turkey dinner here in Bangkok gave me a good chuckle, and it is because of my good friend JG that I am writing this. I have missed many things about being away from home this Christmas, it pains me to think of everybody together and me so far away. I miss family, friends and loveable house pets. A couple of things I didn't miss though was bloody Maria Carey Christmas songs, my mother getting stressed out and Christmas dinner.

You can check out my Christmas feast in a subsequent post. I wont say much now but It was special, it was complete luxury, it was decadent and it was amazing.