I am making a BY GOD Christmas goose tomorrow. And plum pudding. I’m going to the ACTUAL BUTCHER in a few minutes, like, a guy (girl in this case) who makes her living chopping up animals, and I’m gonna say “Fetch me the biggest goose in the window!”
We are going to learn the true meaning of Christmas around here IF IT KILLS US.
Also, going to watch Charlie Brown Xmas. Which might actually be the true meaning of Christmas.
I promise to take pictures and post recipes. If you all want to know, that is.
Any other Victorian Christmas food suggestions?