One of the things I like about this time of year is Christmas Pudding. A good Christmas Pud is far too good to eat once a year on a full stomach. I’ve always liked it cold for breakfast or fried in butter, if you want slices of it hot.
A couple of weeks ago I bought my first one of this winter. It was a Tesco’s Finest and wasn’t bad at all: moist, tasty, good texture, recognisable bits of fruit and large chunks of expensive nuts.
And rather a strong smell of brandy.
Which I hadn’t taken into account when I decided to have some for breakfast at work the other day.