During my married life I have had a couple of Christmas food disasters. Once, after returning from the pub on Christmas Eve, I decided to solve our beer hunger with a chip butty. We ate the rather sad sandwich only to find the next morning that what I had thought were oven chips were, in fact, normal frozen chips which I had merely defrosted and wedged between two slices of bread! On another occasion we had set the turkey timer way too early and returned home on Christmas morning in rather a hungover state to the smell of a fully cooked and cooled turkey - yuk!
Before having a family I would normally offer to work right up until Christmas Eve. It was often good fun working in an office with time for a fuddle* with colleagues. On one occasion the Finance Director asked me the usual question "what do you eat on Christmas Day?" I replied in the usual way but added that for the rest of the family I always cooked a gibbon! Hoho! Everyone thought this was hilarious. I had meant to say a capon, otherwise known as a large chicken. The meat eaters would have been very happy ... no fighting over who gets the leg!
* fuddle - a communal buffet for a special occasion; often hosted within the workplace.
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