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By Frank Camorra and Richard Cornish
Published 2007
It’s funny, I look back on the Christmases from my childhood and I seem to remember a lot of legs. Legs of uncles and aunties who’d come around to our place on Christmas Eve to party. In Spain, the exchanging of presents happens on 6 January, Three Kings Day. When we moved to Australia this was amalgamated into Christmas Eve, so the traditional dinner and party and presents were all combined, which helped fuel the children’s excitement. We’d have a meal of pinchitos muronos (chargrilled Moorish lamb skewers) and do the Aussie thing and have some gambas a la plancha (grilled garlic prawns) which dad would usually cook on the barbecue. We would also have Russian Eggs, which are boiled eggs stuffed with their own yolk and mayonnaise. We were allowed to stay up well past midnight.
