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And stuff.
No traditional British Christmas celebration is complete without traditional festive food. Here, for your perusal, is a selection of mine. At least one of them is traditionally British.
Christmas cake. I actually don't like it. I like the marzipan and the icing but the cake, in my humble opinion, is pretty disgusting. When I was small my brothers wouldn't let me have the good bit unless I ate the yukky bit. One of the pleasures of being grown-up is that I can go to all the trouble of making the cake just so I can surreptitiously slide it into the bin when I've finished picking off the icing.
This year mine shows an idyllic village scene, complete with giant-sized Christmas tree and twinkly star.
And now for the gingerbread house. This year, I have mostly been concentrating on the technical aspects of gingerbread house construction. As you can see, this house is lit. Very pleased with this. What you don't see is the mass of wires and pins inside the roof, holding the whole thing together. But we don't mind about that, right? As long as no-one tries to eat it.
And nothing says Christmas like burgers and hot-dogs. These particular burgers and hot-dogs are entirely made from marzipan. I decided to dispense with the usual frosted marzipan fruits and make these instead and, I'm sure you'll agree, they add a cosmopolitan (if not highly sophisticated) touch to the proceedings.
Merry Christmas!
