Yay For My Eccentric Family; Christmas Edition
Happy Christmas and new year – hooray for reaching 2010!
I’m back in Sheffield and supposedly revising, so I’ll probably be posting a little more frequently. (Since this is the third time in the last year and a half that I’ve had to issue the revision warning, I’ve learned that it’s daft to say I won’t be around; I’ll be online more than ever, hiding from Numerical Linear Algebra!)
Anyway. There’s no news that I feel like mentioning in the Cheerful News series, so instead, have a yuletide anecdote, courtesy of my lovely sister.
My sister can’t wrap presents. At least, not effectively. So when, on Christmas Eve, my parents and I found a strangely shaped, strangely wrapped present with only the faintest of scratchy biro lines to identify the recipient, we knew that there could be no doubt, at least, about the giver. Clearly it was her work. As my dad turned it over in his hands, he looked increasingly bemused. “It feels like a bag of pasta”, he told us.
Well, that would have been bizarre even by my sister’s standards, so me and my mum both felt the unidentified package. It did, indeed, feel somewhat like a bag of pasta, and was around the right size and weight. But neither of us could believe it. While my dad went to put it under the tree, me and my mum spent the rest of the evening trying to guess what could be a present that felt so much like pasta.
Fast forward to the morning, my little brother was excitably throwing presents around so that he could get to his own, my sister was excitably throwing presents around so that she could watch other people open hers, and in the midst of the chaos, I was handed the oddly-shaped parcel. And when I started to rip it open, I had to laugh.
My sister had gone to Carluccio’s, an incredibly expensive italian restaurant in Covent Garden, and bought me a bag of expensive pasta.
“Because you’re a student,” she explained, “I knew you’d need pasta. But I thought it should be special pasta, seeing as it’s Christmas.”
That present – the pasta – will probably go down in family legend, along with a couple of other tales of my sister and Christmas. So I should say now, before I forget, that when I cooked some of the pasta this afternoon, it was – really and truly – the best pasta I’ve ever eaten!