I love it here – England is awesome in so many ways – but desserts at Christmas is NOT one of them.
I’ll never forget the first time I heard about Christmas Pudding… Made ages in advance, CHOCK full of dried fruit and nuts (like every English dessert on earth), full of booze, left to sit for weeks, steamed for hours ‘on the day’, LIT ON FIRE and then eaten with brandy butter (or, as I like to call it, booze cream)
After the description of Christmas Pudding was delivered, in monologue, by Mr Nice Guy – the silence of disbelief descended.
Was I curious about it? Hell yeah.
Did I want to try it? Abso-freakin’-lutely
Did I enjoy it? *shudder*
Dude, I have freakin’ FLASHBACKS about that action. And after making the effort to adapt to Marmite, I really don’t feel the need to try and force the Christmas Pudding issue.
A Christmas Pudding being flamed after brandy has been poured over it – Picture courtesy of Wikipedia
Admittedly, I’ve never been a big fan of lots of dried fruit, and peel makes me wanna gag. I like traditional American desserts which involve a lot of sugar and, sometimes, not much else. Christmas cookies, baby! Sugar and E numbers – what more could you freakin’ want?? Or pie, in any formation… with ice cream (or custard if you want a little ‘English’ on the side).
But don’t worry – if you’re at your in-laws for Christmas, you don’t have to ’cause a scene’ – there’s a way out without anyone getting hurt.
For anyone struggling with the lack of Christmas cookies and pie – repeat after me “Could you please pass the chocolate log?”
(Or you can fake a nut allergy)