New Year's Eve is even quieter than Christmas Eve for us. Last year, we missed the countdown entirely because we were already in bed. Another year, we didn't even realise that it was midnight when we were out walking the dogs until we heard cries of "3,2,1, Happy New Year!" from the surrounding flats.
This year, I worked on New Year's Eve and Day -- payback time for getting Christmas Eve and Day off. But working hours were much earlier on New Year's Eve, designed so that everyone can push off in time for a celebratory dinner, instead of working through the night as usual.
So we decided to make something a little different. We roasted a duck. And we did that "muffin potato" thing, this time with a little egg as a binding agent and they came out pretty and perfect.
Happy New Year, everyone. May your plates always be full of shiok things.