December was a month for festive food.
There was chutney made from vegetables grown when the garden was basking in summer heat. There were oranges, cloves and pomegranates, cranberries, spices and pineapples.
There were dates in long, thin boxes, and figs preserved in syrup.
There was rich, dark Christmas cake full of currants and cherries and nuts. There was vanilla fudge layered with almond and chocolate brittle.
In December everything was shining and gold-wrapped, silver, scarlet and green.
There was always room for one more chocolate reindeer.
January's a month for long walks on beaches, slitty-eyed against hailstones or stunned by sunlight on snow. January smells of seaweed and salt.
In January reindeer no longer resonate.
Still, as one season turns towards the next one, nothing need ever go to waste.
Pineapple upside down cake by the fire today after a shining beach walk.