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All the food shopping is done. We need a bigger fridge.

At the supermarket yesterday, we only just cleared the $100 barrier. This included all the vegetables, mixers and chocolate for the next five days.

This morning, I pootled over to Vic Market and acquired components from two sheep, several pigs and a cow. Less than $50. Back in the kitchen, we worked together as a well-practised team to prepare megajoules of food. We started with the potato salad. The mayonnaise is full-fat, and we weren't mean with it. Next, we started baking the chocolate brownies. 250g of butter, 350g of sugar, 200g of chocolate, 4 eggs, 2 cardiologists. Christmas food.

After a wholesome bike ride this afternoon, we went to our friends at Providore for some more booze and cholesterol. A hunk of Stilton, a chunk of Caprinelle, an ooze of Triple Creme. This, together with a bottle of wine, a bottle of port and the bare minimun on West Indian rum set us back, er, well, more than all the rest of the food combined. The cheese is around $x90 a kilogram.

Tomorrow, we start on the picnic. Cheese, potato salad, ham, salami. Then, lamb shanks roasted over root vegetables, served with rice and the GSM we bought today. A midnight feast of port and stilton will start the Christmas off.

On the day, more of the picnic, with an evening meal of fillet steak with chips, mushrooms, sweetcorn, onions, tomatoes and pumpkin. This calls for a bottle of the Shiraz. Again, a midnight feast is indicated.

Boxing day will, we hope, see the end of the world's biggest picninc. The main event is a rack of lamb served with roast potatoes. More Shiraz here. The port supply may stretch to more late-evening silliness.

That's the plan. I'll be astonished if we make it to Wednesday without coronary artery bypass.