Christmas dinner
The majority of families (90%) around the UK will serve up a succulent roast turkey as the centre piece of their festive meal this Christmas.
Turkey is a relative newcomer to the Yuletide table - it was a luxury right up until the 1950's when refrigerators and freezers became more widely available.
It was first brought over to the British Isles in 1526 by Yorkshirman William Strickland who acquired six birds from American Indian traders on his travels and sold them for a tuppence each in Bristol.
Prior to the turkey tradition Christmas fare included roast swan, pheasants and peacocks. A special treat was a roast boars head decorated with holly and fruit.
Christmas pudding, also called plum pudding although it contains no plums at all, is traditionally steamed-cooked in a cloth on "stir-up Sunday" at the beginning of advent.
Culinary for the special day
Wales: Leek and onion sauce to accompany the turkey. Leeks, onion, cloves, breadcrumbs, milk, nutmeg and bay leaves blended to create a thick and creamy alternative to ordinary bread sauce.Scotland - Rich tatties and neeps - a traditional dish made with mashed potatoes, Swede, carrots, onion and butter, garnished with chives and black pepper.
Ireland: Turkey with whiskey glaze - whiskey and honey together with a splash of orange will give an impressive and great tasting twist to the traditional bird.
England: Red cabbage with apple - combining English Bramley apples, red cabbage, cinnamon and brown sugar with a splash of Port or Madeira.
source: www.britishturkey.co.uk/
12 days at Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me... “I’m glad we bought a fresh turkey and a proper Christmas Tree”.
On the second day of Christmas, much laughter could be heard as we tucked into our turkey, a most delicious bird.
On the third day we entertained the people from next door. The turkey tasted just as good as it had the day before.
Day four, relations came to stay; poor Gran is looking old. We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold.
Day four, relations came to stay; poor Gran is looking old. We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snow flakes flurried. But we were nice and warm inside, for we had our turkey curried.
On the sixth day, I must admit, the Christmas spirit died. The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles, fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love he did wince, when he sat down at the table and was offered turkey mince.
Day eight, and nerves were getting frayed, the dog had run for shelter. I served up turkey pancakes, with a glass of Alka Seltzer.
On the ninth day our cat left home, by lunchtime Dad was blotto. He said he had to have a drink to face turkey rissotto.
By the tenth day the booze had gone (except our home made brew). And if that wasn’t bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was moulting. The mince pies were as hard as rock and the turkey was revolting.
On the twelfth day, my true love had a smile upon his lips - the guests had gone, the turkey too - and we dined on fish and chips.
On the sixth day, I must admit, the Christmas spirit died. The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles, fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love he did wince, when he sat down at the table and was offered turkey mince.
Day eight, and nerves were getting frayed, the dog had run for shelter. I served up turkey pancakes, with a glass of Alka Seltzer.
On the ninth day our cat left home, by lunchtime Dad was blotto. He said he had to have a drink to face turkey rissotto.
By the tenth day the booze had gone (except our home made brew). And if that wasn’t bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was moulting. The mince pies were as hard as rock and the turkey was revolting.
On the twelfth day, my true love had a smile upon his lips - the guests had gone, the turkey too - and we dined on fish and chips.
Anon
source: stosyth.gov.uk
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