I generally to the notion of dried fruit as any sort of a treat, so I dislike most traditional Christmas sweet things (mince pies, Christmas cake and pudding can all fúck off). It's just a legacy of a time when we didn't have nice things like sugar and chocolate and so had to make do with dried fruit. Fúck dried fruit. Fúck it in its wrinkly, not-sweet-enough arse.
They are a remarkable thing. Like mini hamburgers - there was a time when any press event I went to there were always mini-burgers and people always pigged out on t
For cultural senstitivity in these difficult time - these also sound great
In Israel, Moshe Ba'Teiva (Moses in the basket) is a dish consisting of a kosher hot dog rolled in a ketchup-covered sheet of puff pastry or phyllo dough and baked.
Mini-Yorkshire puds with roast beef and horseradish are another favourite.
Did I ever tell you about the presser I went to when some mad pervert had made tempura cucumber and not warned anyone? That was one of the worst things I've ever accidentally eaten - right up there with the foie gras mini creme brulee I once ate in France thinking it was a normal creme brulee.