Imagine living that near Santa's house and getting Christmas so badly wrong.
I cooked a goose, a ham and a turkey crown (for my stepsons, who profess to like the awful bird). I also had meaty stuffing balls, pigs in blanket, roasties, bread sauce and crispy bacon.
This had all been preceded by a hundredweight or so of little sausages, gravadlax on soda bread and so forth.
Boxing Day was rib of beef with all the trimmings.
I'm happy to say that many, many animals had to make the ultimate sacrifice to meet my seasonal needs.
No. Just five, but that did include two teenage boys and the teenage boy can consume more food than the laws of physics would appear to indicate is feasible.
I simply don't get the instinct to make January even more miserable. Sure, you don't eat as much as you did at Christmas, but it's surely the worst time to deny oneself the solace of alcohol?
My glw insists on correct nomenclature; that is to say, stuffing is a breadcrumb-based filler which is poked up the bird, whilst forcemeat is the sausagemeat porky goodness which may be inserted into the bird, or may be cooked seperately.
And people wonder why I beat her.