I've never really enjoying Christmas pudding - it's way, way too sweet and is otherwise dense and odd [of course, the same could be said about me - har har]. I haven't had it in years and certainly never in my own house. Joseph and I have had two puddings [store bought and lovingly brought to us by Joseph's dad from Belgium] sitting in our apartment [two different apartments] for quite literally YEARS. Tonight, I decided that we should eat it...before it mutates and eats us.
It was easy enough to soak it in brandy and microwave it [classy], but then Joseph decided that we should light it up with brandy flames in our living room. Never one to say no to fire, I agreed. And we lit food on fire in our living room. Twice actually [we both wanted a go]. Pretty blue brandy flames. The pudding was okay and it did defeat us [even Joseph who can eat anything and everything]. Better luck next year.
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