Christmas Day

It snowed and snowed. Would it ever end? Not until we were well covered in a thick eiderdown of the fluffy white stuff did the snow slack off, and even then it continued to fall in a sifting of powder like sugar. It was the perfect day to be snowed in however, as the stores are closed anyway, and I had all the fixings for samosas. So the kitchen was a whir of activity. And the smell of all the fresh indian spices, ginger and garlic made the house smell like a pungent spice box. Hot and spicy inside and cold and crisp outside, what a Christmas we had. I hope yours was special too.