Day11; too many cooks

We’re up early this morning - relatively speaking. It means we’re first into the restaurant for breakfast.  Dan’s on his way to pick Anniemay up to go shopping for a turkey.  

Although he’s lived in Goa for more than 10 years now and his tastebuds have acclimatised accordingly, he still hankers after a traditional Christmas dinner, Mum style.  And so this is what he  - with a bit of help from Anniemay and Elvis the Baker - is trying to achieve.  

From what I hear, it’s a complex process - .involving a couple of Elvis’ portable ovens and digging a pit in the garden.  But first they have to find the turkey.

In the meantime, I’m having a quiet day, reading by the pool. I’ll only be in the way.

Besides which - I need it.  Last night Varnika’s mum and auntie produced a feast.  Forget your local take-away.  Or M&S Best Ever …This was the real deal. The dishes kept coming - try a little bit of this and a little bit of that …. it all adds up in the end.