Boxing day parties at the most British of Petaluma households have been a long standing tradition amongst certain SoCo expats for more than a decade past.
Sausage rolls, mince pies, fruit cake, shortbread, rounds of Stilton cheese, pickled onions, you name it, the traditional British Christmas fayre fills Lesley's festive table (pictured top) to the brim for an annual knees-up to rival any Boxing Day do in the old country.
For some reason, unknown to those Harvey Bristol Cream infused statisticians amongst us, there has never before been a pot-luck duplication at the Boxing Day do of a good, old-fashioned Sherry Trifle. Until now. And let me tell you, two rival glass bowls of sherry-soaked sponge, rich, creamy custard, a layer of fresh berries, fluffy, freshly whipped cream and a topping of almonds or (in my case), crumbled Cadbury Flake chocolate caused considerable excitement amongst the rowdy UK set.
Bill (possibly better known as front man for the Hoovers/and/or shy and retiring (ha!) team captain of the infamous Dogs B******s Petaluma pub quiz uber-team than his trademark trifle) whipped up quite the Christmas culinary competition by stepping up to the Trifle challenge.
If I'd known the much-talked-about Trifle-Off was finally going to take place this Boxing Day I might have had my Mum bring me over some fancy green slithers of Angelica and those tiny gold balls we loved so much on trifles as kids. I could have put a bit more effort into the custard perfection department, hunted down the most luxurious fruits....
Though trifle is trifle at the end of the day, with teenagers more interested in sampling for sherry levels in this decadent dessert and grown ups glad for a few spoonfuls of something sweet and nostalgic. And it's best to compete when the cards are even. Even with baker Bill. Who placed his trifle at the opposite end of the dessert table, thus positioning himself in a key locale to keep an eye on who made the first impact on the layers of colorful, creamy delight.
Helped myself to seconds of Bill's almond-topped offering, good sport that I am and must confess that this is a bloke who does indeed know his way around an English kitchen come Christmas time. Amidst much merriment and mirth and quite a load of ribbing, it was finally ruled that the trifle-off was a draw.
Next year it's fruit cake or mince pies for the Chrimbo cook-off, with preparation starting sometime around early October. Bill was muttering something about importing suet from London, though those nice butchers at the Petaluma Market are usually more than happy to dole out a bag of beef fat upon rare request.
Trifles actually date back to the mid 1500s in England, having first been recorded in "The good huswife's Jewell". Fruit and alcohol-soaked bread were added to this custardy confection around 1600. Absolutely unbeatable on the dessert table to this day.
(Andy from Manchester upholds the great British 'waste not, want not' mantra by polishing off the last spoonful of Bill's triumphant trifle!)